I am often asked what I believe about tarot. Is it a god? That god? Random? Magic? Often the asker seems to be gauging, “Who is this...

The blaze of sunlight hours has grown too hot, even for Gemini, and in an Icarus moment, we retreat to a nurturing little cave of our shell.

Since all my planets but one are in Scorpio, Sagittarius, and Capricorn, this quadrant of the calendar has always felt like home to me.

I set out in June to build an in-person community, to embrace location, to put down roots. It worked, and this year is the first in a good w

Sometimes the uglier a bruise gets, the closer it is to being healed.

I’ve worshipped for a long time at the altar of efficiency.

Grape hyacinths are stuck in my head like an earworm.

Trying to greet the world with a tender, gentle curiosity rather than the anxious tug to understand.

And while I think we owe it to the world to stay aware of what's happening, we don't owe our doom scrolling or our constant news page...

I’ve been watching Downton Abbey. And that’s a big deal.

There is a whole lot of sad, but this sad gives me hope.

What lives a step back from need, and how to we ask for what might help?

What did I stand to lose, I asked, if I pried nostalgia’s now-bony fingers from my shoulders?

When I first tried on the label, "witch," it did not fit.

Judaism, witchcraft, tradition, and integration.

Efficiency, saturn return, and recalibration.

When you feel most stagnant is when the most is happening.