A friend asked me recently,
“What would it look like, to centre desire?”
I couldn’t answer.
Tonight under the full moon in Taurus, I tried to connect, deeply, to that question.
But how do I know what my desire is,
how it feels?
I ask my body.
Meditation, long and soothing.
Wake up singing
(in Welsh!)
Singing and singing.
I want to paint.
India inks.
Brushes. Water.
A friend, my coven-sister, brings me freshly-foraged mushrooms, shaggy inkcaps. Stand them in a bowl for a few hours, and the lush, dark, umber ink seeps out, invites the brush.
I paint the moon
over and over.
I make tea. Light candles. Draw cards.
The Goddess of Moons.
The Four of Stones.
Desire is always within me.
It speaks to me. Longs to speak through me.
Can I listen?
Can I learn to listen?
“What would it look like, to centre desire?”
Cards shown are from the Solar Wanderer’s Tarot by Casey Zabala.
I’m a 30-something writer, artist, tarot reader, and perpetual explorer of the space between thought, feeling, and action.
I believe that spirituality and ritual are for everybody. I’m about the journey, in all of its messy, non-linear, chaotic iterations. I am excited by anticapitalist business and living with my whole entire self present. I use tarot cards to bring forth hidden truth, and ritual to affirm my commitment, over and over, to my ever-shifting path.
