When Colleen woke up on Saturday morning, it was quiet. — When Colleen woke up on Saturday morning, it was quiet. She did not hear the next-door children screeching as they bounced on their new trampoline. She could not make out the rumble of passing traffic, on its way to market, or service, or homeward bound, again. There were no jingling…

The breakup that deprogrammed my toxic romantic pattern — It’s a few days into the New Year and I am nauseated and pale, vibrating with a soon-to-be sated expectancy. I am breaking up with someone. “You are an option; you’re just not the option.” Or, someone is breaking up with me. I’m sitting in an emotionally claustrophobic apartment I…

The Death card tells us it’s time for transformation — The sun sets betwixt two ivory towers as a king lies, dead, at the feet of a pure-white horse. Women and children — mourners, perhaps — plead with the shadowed, bony figure astride the snorting steed: Death has come to town. The Major Arcana are set apart from the rest…

Let go of hustle and embrace flow with the Ten of Wands — A weary figure bears a bundle of 10 rods as it moves down a dark road. In certain lights, it might appear that they are not a willing ferryman, but instead trapped within the poles. What is their final destination with this burden, I wonder? Three writers’ faces are illuminated…

The Devil invites us to question our desires — The Devil raises his hand as two nude, chained figures stand before him. We are left to judge whether this is a greeting, a blessing, or a curse. “Oh my god, you guys are so loud right now,” M hisses hoarsely as she slips deeper into her plush theatre seat…

The Five of Pentacles calls us back to our community — Beneath a crystalline night sky, two figures huddle together for comfort against the cool flakes surrounding them. They are need without fulfillment, souls seeking solace, impoverished and alone. Those of us who craft and practice can, nearly always, feel backward into the roots of ourselves, finding the spell-casters and soothsayers…

Dispatches from the Lost Ones Club — Hello. Welcome. Dear — I was four when my father died. This by no means makes me an expert on loss. It just means I’ve spent a rather extended period of time around grief. It means that, when I was grown-up enough to do so, I was able to choose…

The humbling power of ‘I don’t know’ — It snowed yesterday, even though it’s the middle of spring. Flurries are working themselves into a tizzy today, too. I packed only a single sweater in the two suitcases I lugged across the country with me. I’ve worn it every day for the past week. I am unemployed, with absolutely…

The Tower asks us to challenge long-held beliefs — In the 15th century, a deck of cards called tarocchi emerged in Northern Italy, the very same region my ancestors descended from. …