I was recently inspired to create artwork based on the Two of Cups for a dear friend. I’ve long held an affinity for mermaids and sirens and my friend strongly identifies with the woodland satyr. I wanted to have these magical creatures of the ocean and forest meet one another halfway, toasting their love and affection for one another. I based my
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This Beltane, I attended a queer retreat at Groundswell Institute with over one hundred sweet souls. The gathering was transformative on multiple levels and I returned to San Francisco renewed and inspired. As a gesture of gratitude for this empowering experience, I offer this Tarot reading dedicated to the ongoing narrative of the community at large. The reading took place on the New Moon of May 6, 2016, utilizing The Wild Unknown Tarot (Many thanks to Hawk Lightfeather for the suggestion).
“Tarot is a living commitment to the truth.” ~Rachel Pollack
Would you like to strengthen your perception, create internal balance, or impose your will upon chaos? Then this class is for you!
Arcana Academy Presents: Awakening the Unconscious: An Introduction to Tarot, a three hour workshop introducing basic tenets of Tarot in an intimate class setting. Through playful exercises and creative storytelling, you will become acquainted with the archetypes and symbols of the Major and Minor Arcana and gain a personal sense of how to connect with them. Together we will create a sacred container to explore, gather and translate timeless spiritual wisdom.
Let’s be clear; I don’t follow football. And I’ve never done a reading for a public figure before. However, when I was contacted last week by Tim Didion, Special Projects Manager at ABC News, to provide a reading about two football players competing in the upcoming Super Bowl, I decided to go for it!
Having a Tarot reading is entering into the unknown, asking questions as you journey into creative darkness. It’s an act of trust. It’s awakening your unconscious, and you never know what questions the Tarot will ask in return. You can be assured, however, that what
I’ve begun a new spiritual practice this year inspired by Abraham-Hicks. The practice consists of four aspects: meditation, talking with nature, writing, and speaking to a higher power. The meditation takes fifteen minutes, the speaking with nature involves getting outside and appreciating the wonders of Mother Earth, the writing consists of five pages of positive aspects in one’s life (much like a gratitude journal), and speaking to a higher power is like writing a letter to whatever you consider Divine. This letter can be considered a prayer or a mantra and it sounds like this:
Science fiction author, comic book writer and divination expert Rachel Pollack is one of my favorite sources of Tarot wisdom (she ranks in my top three Tarot scholars). I found Rachel’s writing many years after I began working with the Tarot and was joyfully surprised to find that her words reflected much of my own experience with the cards. Her description of what a Tarot reading is and how it can be of benefit is especially informative and it is with great zeal that I share an excerpt (from her seminal book Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom) with you today:
Hey San Francisco folks! My artwork is on the walls of The Sycamore in the Mission and I wanna hang out with y’all! Come have a drink, eat some food (they have a cool menu and the kitchen is open until Gremlins feeding time!) and check out my paintings in “The Theban Mysteries Series.” Maybe we’ll get really absurd and practice our Theban script together, lol! The mixer is this coming Sunday, October 25th at 7 pm.
For those of you can’t make it, please enjoy my artwork in high definition and consider purchasing a piece for your collection! Bright Blessings! ~Storm
My grandmother, Lena Faye Bridges Cockrell, or Nana as I called her, was the most influential adult in my formative years. She and I were close, possessing an altogether uncanny understanding of one another. She taught me to make biscuits from scratch when I was six, how to use a typewriter when I was nine, and gave me safe haven when I came out as gay at sixteen. She made time to attend my theater performances, bought me school clothes every year and always professed her belief in me. To others, her opinions were intractable, her pursuit of perfection was inflexible, and her judgments were implacable. To me, her love was unmistakable.
On Sunday, September 21, 2014, my grandmother passed away at age 87. It was also her birthday. Last year I shared two short Nana-inspired writings to honor her memory. On the recent anniversary of her birth and crossing over, I’d like to share another: