Category Archives: paying attention

Tarot #45: Prince/Knight of Swords, creative intellect without roots

Posted on October 6, 2018 by randomyriad

A person who has creative intelligence with no grounding in practical application and/or lacking life relationship building skills or has no interest in these.  You should examine your relationships with the people who are involved in your life to determine … Continue reading →

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Tarot #44 : Futility, frustrated desires and unrequited idealism

Posted on October 6, 2018 by randomyriad

 “This is why we can’t have nice things!” Should be, could be, would be except for . . . It is time to stop banging your head against whatever wall you have chosen and find a new way to move … Continue reading →

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Autumn Poems #2

Posted on October 2, 2018 by randomyriad

  A. R. Ammons

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Tarot #40: XII Hanged Man/Trial, upended and suspended in between rising and falling.

Posted on September 29, 2018 by randomyriad

You find yourself in a position of enforced stasis, either by forces beyond your control or by fears or uncertainty, and are waiting for release of some kind. You must examine the evidence about what brought you to this place … Continue reading →

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Autumn Poems #1

Posted on September 27, 2018 by randomyriad

Leaves of Fire burn at the ends of branches reaching into the air tearing in into the world consuming the evergrowing tree that draws fuel from the earth from roots searching deep in soil coiled, locked around rocks dissolving into … Continue reading →

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