Midwinter Shadows: Reflecting on My Death Card Year
My Death card year, plus next year’s card, and my word(s) of the year.
A Journey Through the Ninth House in a Death Card Year
This year promised to be a year of transformation, and boy is it delivering.
Get Flipped: My Hanged Man Year
I don’t generally do end of the year recaps or new year new me resolutions, but I do do (hehe) an annual tarot year recap and reflection. I do these somewhat randomly in the first quarter of the year because tarot years actually have influence for more than a year (about 18 months, though the energy peaks around your birthday) and technically you can be in two tarot years at once. But anyway, since this past tarot year is thoroughly waning and the new tarot year is waxing, January is as good a time as any to reflect!
La Roue de la Fortune
I’ve been trying to write about my Hermit Year for a while now, but true to the vibe of the Hermit card, it all feels too visible for my liking. It was A Year, to be sure. There were all the usual hermity things: turning inward, solitude, soul-searching. I spent a lot of energy on healing, both physically and emotionally. I set hard boundaries, possibly for the first time in my life (at least consciously). I realized someone I loved was incredibly toxic and beyond my ability/not my responsibility to love into wellness. I grieved. I grew. And I reconnected with old friends, and continued to discover and reconnect with my authentic self, someone I’ve been trying to get to know again for a very long time…
Boundaries, Boundaries, Boundaries: My Hermit Year
Yeah, so it’s been more than a whole-ass year again. But it was my Hermit year, so the radio silence makes sense this time! Last time I posted I was winding down from my Strength Year and into my Hermit Year. Interestingly enough, the Hermit is also my life path card (in numerology, my life […]
Strength Without Hands to Smite: My ‘Strength’ Year
I had the above quote hand written on marigold construction paper, cut out, and sealed with tape on the cover of my first real “writer’s notebook.” I’ve never read the rest of the poem (or is it a ballad?). I saw the quote in a Vampire RPG book that I never actually learned how to play, but I loved the quote immediately. I think part of why I never read the rest of the ballad is because I was afraid it would suck, or the context would take away some of deep resonance of these four lines—at least the resonance they have inside of me…
My Chariot Year
If you’re unfamiliar with what this means, think: numerology and tarot had a baby. Then Google “what’s my tarot card personal year.”