Trial – The Hanged One *New Post at Little Red Tarot*



Some moments close in on you
inch by inch like some kind of trap sprung in an ancient temple.
Some spaces want you out.
They say, pull the eject lever
or risk peril
– the sweat-soaked moist and warm crevices of the unknown
despair stuffed in a throat and choked on,
risk finding out what happens
when you endure.

Last year I took a trip to the Reader’s Studio in NYC and came back super-charged and inspired. Afterwards I steeped myself in tarot and ritual. I explored. During a Beltaine ritual, and one of the first spreads after the trip, I pulled the Hanged One in response to the question – how can I accept imperfection? Continue reading

Why Mostly I Don’t Claim the Green

I’ve since learned to respect broth in the workspace…

Happy Spring time!

The sky outside my window looks more like fall: formless gray and monochrome. None of the bright blue and distinct Austin, TX clouds. It looks like a day from my past.

A decade ago on a day like this, I’d be heading to the local Irish pub to begrudgingly drink the Murphy’s (they wouldn’t carry Guinness) and sing along goofily with The Irish Descendants (who are probably less Irish than me!).

This year St. Patrick’s day is awkward

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Readers Studio 2015 Part II – How-To: Survive Cons

Self Care for Sensitive Types

When it comes to self care, I wear a lot of hats. There are many reasons I pay a lot of attention to my own care. I’m Hypersensitive. Introverted. Anxious. Empathic. I’m a bit of a delicate flower. It’s not like I’m broken. It’s just that in the quest for discovering what works, I’ve come across many different angles, diagnosis, and names for my life experiences. Most of em’ I don’t even identify with, but I use  whatever works to find solutions, communicate with others, and feel good. Somehow I end up traveling and socializing in spite of myself. A LOT. Here are some of the habits that I’ve cultivated to make smooth transitions on the go.

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Readers Studio 2015 – Part I

tarot conference

Just under three months ago I sat at a charging station at the airport charging my so-archaic-it’s-almost-not-smart phone with my Morgan-Greer tarot deck nestled discreetly in my lap. I was a bubbling spice and fuel filled mess of anticipation. Think overdone curry in a pressure cooker or space rocket preparing for lift off. I was ready for my trip to the Reader’s Studio in NYC, a wonderland for tarot enthusiasts from all over the world. I wanted to be there already, to know what would happen next and, as often happens with that “need to know” feeling, I wanted to pull a tarot card. I spared a few seconds to hold my deck and listen to the monkey mind song in my head before I caved. The song went to the tune of: Continue reading