Searching for Words in a Fog

There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.)   Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...

Advice from the Cards, One Year Later

Last May, when we were three months into the pandemic, I did a reading to see what advice the tarot had for us at that time. I reread that blog post today, and was surprised to find that it still feels relevant and true today. (You can read that post here.) Yet I was...

On Being Silly

Never stay up on the barren heights of cleverness, but come down into the green valleys of silliness.                                                                                                                    Ludwig Wittgenstein Acting silly is one of the...