The tea arrives on my desk, still warm and sweet
A smile as my door slides closed and a knowing nod
A message with a scan of the relevant mail
With the actions you already took appended
Highlighted in green
The garbage in my office is suddenly empty
While I am talking to an employee
About a compliant
There is a note on my desk with a simple heart
When I through the window in my office
I see your furrowed brow and determined face
Typing away at fixing some problem
Before I know it exists.
Reflected behind us both on the tinted window
The sign on my wall that reads
“Today is the day”
So I stand up and go tell you
How much I appreciate all you do
To keep me running and smiling
To keep us all running and smiling.
I have been posting
a lot of poetry recently. I have still been practicing daily tarot draws. Sometimes those go up over on my Instagram, sometimes those just go into my tarot journal.
I am nearly out of pages in my tarot journal. I am planning on switching on March 21st into a new one. I will prepare a post documenting the setup here if anyone is curious.
Today a co-worker came into my office and the topic of tarot came up. Not having cards handy and wanting to show off The Haiku Oracle* I pulled three cards for her quickly.
We were talking about being at the edge of some life changes and needing to move out of a bad living situation. And how recently it all became clear that that was the next step.
The end of autumn – a season nearly over, into a rough but restful time
a cuckoo crying – turmoil in the present
veiled in morning mist – the early day parting of the cloud of sleep, seeing things fresh and new.
We agreed it was fitting, hugged and got back to work.
I pulled these three for myself:
My current goal is slowing down, doing less, reserving energy more. I am trying to show up for myself the same way I show up for others. All I could think of with this little verse is how seeds sleep waiting for spring in the cold beds of winter gardens.
Things are going to change, I can feel it.
*The Haiku Oracle by Kristen at
Over The Moon Oracle, while you’re there make sure you look at the guidebook in their freebies section! (Here’s their Instagram, you can purchase the deck via Printer’s Studio.)
(A short horror poem)
The air crackles, like a wool blanket
Breath barely visible in the dark
Moon full above light piercing the clouds
The sky feels close
Pressing in among the trees
It’s too quiet
It’s too still
Shapes among the trees
Noiseless move in the shadows
Or are they shadows?
They are not shaped like people
They are not deer
They are too rounded
They’ve too many limbs
We light a second fire
Closer to the treeline
Unsure what else to do.
In honor of throwback Thursday here is a poem from 2003.
The ground twinkles
Like in the midst of morning
In the midst of dawn
In the twilight of the sunrise
Little Imps bent on spreading happiness
Came out of the flowers in the failing night
So they could leave sparkling glitter
Glinting bits of gold
Shards of broken glass so small they are the air
For those who awake anew
Sad in this world and its apparent lack of beauty
Lonely in the huge planet
At home in the mists with the faeries.
There is something so perfect in the way you dip your face downward when you are embarrassed.
In the way you hide in plain sight.
There is something so gentle in the way you carefully capture your hand in mine.
In the way our hands are the same size
There is something so kind in the way your eyes light up when you tell me you love me quietly.
In the way you wrote it out the first time.
There is something so soft about your face cradled in my hands, the way you look at me when you know I’m about to kiss you.
In the way you kiss me back, gently but fierce.
There is something so deep in the way you hold me, like you are holding every iteration of me back through my life, through every life.
In the way you hold all of me in your arms somehow.
There is something so lovely in the way you come to me when you hurt, even when you know I cannot help from so far.
In the way you keep me involved in your world.
There is something so beautiful in the way you share your heart.
In the way you love.
“Purple Dew” by Nana B Agyei *
You are like spring
Full of gentle strength
And slumbering beauty
That is peeking up quietly
Seeds sleeping holding
All the knowledge of flowers
Lavender and dew stripped
Prepared to shine to glow
When the sun warms earth
And your face unfolds
A smile so sincere
Birds sing of it’s coming grace
*Image use under
Creative Commons 2.0 license – some rights reserved.
Today the clouds are close
Pushing our world down
A slice close to the earth
The winds are on vacation
Left from the narrow streets
The nearness makes it quiet
Like the world has collapsed
in on itself in prayer and quiet
My new favorite use of tiny tarot is to draw with sigils as a “next step” card/s. (Originally
posted on Tumblr)
Sigil from the recent snow. Needed to feel safe with all the inexperienced drivers on the road. [Origionally
posted on Tumblr]
I posted this a ways back, I have a few more shot but have not edited them yet. Let me know what you think?