The star burned through the night sky, flashing a radiant white and emerald green. Slowly, purposefully, it tailed orange sparks until it seemed to plummet through the dark waves and extinguish itself into the black sea.
We sat in silent awe for a moment.
“What do you think it means?” I asked quietly.
“That we are not alone”, she said.
We sat in the warm, grainy sand leaning against a log under a dark, New Moon sky filled with not-yet-fallen stars, the low tide rolling white foamy waves in the distance.
It had been a heavy day, and a momentous month for both of us, and since we’re here and tallying, a fairly tumultuous year.
Under a New Moon, we can make space to set our intentions, ignite change, start a project, or set about to create something new.
Not too many people know this about me, but I have been a Tarot card reader for nearly 20 years. I have a small following, but lately, those who come for a reading have increased in number. Not to learn what their future holds, but to seek clarity, perspective, and gain a foothold of understanding in this uncertain world.
Earlier that morning, on the New Moon, three guests arrived for coffee and a Tarot reading on my back porch, while Tino lounged on a cushion close by, alarming the jungle birds, and listening in to our deep conversation.
I don’t know these women well, but their readings made their mark. They left my house contemplating their own lives, connecting more intentionally with loves, losses, relationships with people close to them, careers that align with their passions, inner truths, and dramatic changes on the near horizon.
As always, reading Tarot, or coaching, or writing never fails to spin me inward. What part of our conversation lingered in the air that I connected with? What has resonated that ignites a check-in with myself as far as my own life pursuits, truths, and changes?
We are all mirrors of each other, after all.
Lately, life has felt harsher. A battering of unexpected pivots from all sides that muddies my energy, and has left me…