I began my calendar year 2018 in the shower, washing 2017’s dust from my feet. And then I went to sleep.
…yes, I’m now typing this at one pm, shush.
Over the Moon’s First Foot tarot spread can be used in a divinatory manner (shuffle cards face-down and draw) or a spellcasting manner (choose cards face-up). I chose the latter.
I set my intention for the year: TEMPERANCE. Discipline, and creativity, and rainbow hues, and I hope my Gods’ blessing.
I release: DEVIL. Fuck fascism! Fuck the kyriarchy!
I welcome: the prosperity of EMPRESS, abundant and graceful. The home of STAR, healing and hopeful. The spirituality of STRENGTH, independent and transformational. The good cheer of SUN, bright and warm.
I seek a partnership founded in: JUDGMENT, loving and giving and rainbowy.
May it be. May it be. May it be.
I’m starting the A Card a Day and Alternative Tarot courses over at Little Red Tarot. And I’m journaling accordingly.
The first card du jour, of course, is the Fool. My first daily draw—well, the 6 of Discs fell right out of my Motherpeace Tarot deck in shuffling, turned left, and the Daughter of Discs reversed I drew.
Continue reading “Tarot a Day: 0 Fool; 6 & Daughter of Discs”
And a very Happy New Year!
“Disability, Witchcraft, and Siren Songs”
So much in witchcraft books is bootstraps. Your desire is your power. You can achieve these goals, but only if you work hard and pull yourself up by your bootstraps. There are no excuses. The only thing standing in your way is you. If you cannot achieve these things, you must not really want them.
They then proceed to lay out ways in which to practice the craft that are attainable by able-bodied, neurotypical people. If they’re attainable by the rest of us, well, that’s a lucky break.
Disabled people know from hard work, okay. What’s easy for you lot…isn’t easy for us.
If witchcraft is supposed to be for the powerless, how come so much of its instructions are written for the able-bodied or neurotypical? Even from writers who seem to be hip to what it means to be marginalized — disability is, once again, on the outskirts of social justice.
Read Morag’s whole essay, and think about it good and hard.
I can’t review this because I don’t actually have it—I only just learned from Winter’s blog post announcing The City is a Labyrinth that it’s out. But Winter never fails to write excellent stuff, so check it out.