We are wrapped in the arms of the Empress this week. She brings gifts of good tidings, and intentions of birthing light. Grace trails her path as she walks us toward our bounty. We begin to emulate her, allow our warts to drop to the earth, and cycle back to the beginning of time.
Mother’s’ milk infused with sweet success is at our disposal as we ride mighty hills of magnitude. Gifts may arrive in the form of surprises. We may hear things we never thought we’d hear. We may be met with gestures we believed were too good for us. We may feel strength we didn’t know we had. If we look close enough at the warts as they drop, we will see they are diamonds taking form.
We are being called to play hard and raw, and love ourselves in the process. Sing your burning desire at the top of your lungs in a field of torches. Charge into the night carrying flames of glory. Allow your inner child to know that the stories you created of your crimes are false. We are bound for greatness, and this week’s fire will drive us toward it.
May we love our empty longings with gentle fervor.
* card image from Temperlyne Tarot