Category Archives: Other peoples words

Tarot #59: III The Empress, nurturing spirit of creation.

III This is the Harmony of the Universe, that love unites the Will to create with Understanding of that creation: understand thou thine own Will Love and let love.  Rejoice in every shape of love and get thy rapture and … Continue reading

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Tarot #58: Knight/King of Disks, solid and dependable, and planted in the earth

This is the middle way, not clever, but applicable in everyday life. Never overreaching, the embodiment of practical approach and common sense. One who heals through simple methods learned from observation and tradition. Think on a small scale, do little … Continue reading

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Tarot #57: Ace of Disks, the center from which all roads lead

The Labyrinth is thoroughly known; we have only to follow the thread of the hero-path. And where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god; where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay our … Continue reading

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Autumn poems #5

  Mary Oliver from New and Selected Poems

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Autumn Poems #4

October                      1 There’s this shape, black as the entrance to a cave. A longing well up in its throat like a blossom as it breathes slowly.   What does the … Continue reading

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