Nov 14, 2022
6 min read
I’m Afraid to Talk to Hippies
which is weird… because I am one.
This morning, I shuffled my Trippin’ Waite tarot deck and drew the Eight of Swords. It’s a card about beliefs, about self-imposed prisons of the mind we could easily escape if only we realized we’re not bound to anything solid. I stretched and lit some sage, wandered over to the kitchen to brew cacao, grooved around a bit to Rising Appalachia. Look, I’m not…
