Where November was the tentative opening, December is the moment you realize that openness does not exempt you from the ache of being human. The Five of Pentacles arrives not as punishment, but as a mirror: a reminder that healing includes the seasons when the light feels scarce, when the ground is cold, when the… Continue reading December: Learning to Receive
Where October was collapse, November is the slow reawakening of connection. After a season of endings, the heart doesn’t fling itself back open overnight, it loosens. It exhales. It makes space. The Two of Cups arrives as a reminder that healing is not finished in isolation; some parts of us are restored only in the… Continue reading November: Being Met
September asked me to practice discernment, to cut away what isn’t aligned. October arrives with a more sobering demand: the ending itself. The Ten of Swords is the final chapter of a cycle, the moment where carrying the weight any longer is no longer possible. It is the collapse that makes space for rebirth. At… Continue reading October: Honesty Through Darkness
Where August asked you to surrender, to shed and release self-imposed restriction, September asks you to discern. The Seven of Cups rises as an invitation to step out of illusion and into clarity. This card speaks to the realm of choice, fantasy, and temptation. It is easy, under its influence, to scatter energy in too… Continue reading September: Discernment
If July was arrival, August asks me to notice where I still hold myself back. The Eight of Swords is a mirror of my mind...its loops, its tangles, its rehearsed doubts.Not an external prison, but the invisible walls of belief. The card shows a woman bound and blindfolded,but if she took a breath and stepped… Continue reading August: Interference
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 14 I used to imagine my future with a kind of cinematic precision. I’d be settled by now.A partner. A house. A shared Sunday morning routine.Some combination of arms to fall into, and someone who always remembers to pick up milk. But instead, I’m 46. Almost 47. A solo… Continue reading Exactly Where I Should Be
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 13 I used to think joy was something reserved for special occasions.A vacation. A celebration. A permission slip. Or maybe something I had to earn, once the work was done, the bills paid, the responsibilities checked off. I thought love had to be proven.That joy had to be justified.That… Continue reading Joy, After All
May: The Month of the Blossom If April asked me to trust the silence,May asks me to witness the bloom. This is the month of the blossom... radiant, alive, full of color and motion.Where last month was about tending to what lies beneath,this month is about celebrating what’s breaking through the surface. The seeds have… Continue reading May: The Surrendered Shift
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 10 I used to think life would unfold the way I planned it. If I showed up, worked hard, loved deeply, and kept trying, things would fall into place on my timeline. But life doesn’t care much for timetables. Or five-year plans. Or tidy endings tied up with a… Continue reading Learning to Let Go
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 8 I have spent years falling for almost.The almost-love.The almost-available.The almost-ready.The almost-promises whispered late at night, wrapped in just enough sweetness to make me hope. I listened to sugar-coated words and called them sincerity.I ignored red flags and called them "growth edges."I mistook affection for intention. But almost never… Continue reading On Almost
