LOVE LETTER #3: When Brains Get Bratty
+ a new way to get a reading with me! let's sling some cards!
What’s up, swimmers?! Happy New Moon in Aquarius! Everyone I trust is saying this one’s a big one to really turn over that new leaf, banish self-doubt, connect with your people, and stay open to receive divine opportunities!
I’m crossing my everything for us all.
Today, I’m here to share about a magical trip to an estate sale that brought me/us an invaluable—and hilarious—resource that we’re going to dig into next week.
But first,
Have you ever wanted a space to play around with a digital tarot deck, sneak away to a private room to do readings with friends, and even book with a tarot professional?
Well, Moonlight is the place to do all of that, and more. It’s user-friendly, in its early stages, and the rad folks behind the scenes are deliciously devoted to its growth. So if you’ve been looking for a witchy alternative to social media, this is it!
I’m also now offering readings exclusively through Moonlight!
If you’re interested in slinging cards and/or chatting numbers with me, you can book with me online through my profile (pictured below). My calendar is open on Wednesdays and Fridays from 12-5pm PST, and the exchange is $75 for 30 minutes and $150 for an hour. I’m also offering personalized tarot lessons (during which we can also talk about numerology, astrology, etc.) at $200 for the hour.
I can’t wait to connect with you there!
Now, let’s head over to that estate sale…
Longing Lovers,
Currently, my brain is being a brat.
Blame my Mars in Taurus in the 6th house, but I can be incredibly stubborn. This has been tricky to deal with as I build new habits and take actions that are “good” for me, only to be met with a steady stream of, “HELL NO! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DO IT!” from my brain.
I’ve hit a point in my recovery where the poison has left my body and I’m no longer in an active state of stress. This is good! This is progress. And also, this has left me to clean up the detritus; the taught aftermath of muscles that had already been through a drastic, pandemic-era change, were wholly underutilized, and then diseased. The wound wasn’t my fault, but my healing is my responsibility.
(This is a reference to a quote I attribute to Denice Frohman: “The wound is not your fault, but your healing is your responsibility.” There are many versions of this sentiment out there, but this one’s my favorite.)
Thank goodness for my dog, Gus, who needs to go out for a walk each day.
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