When days are bad, I make ordinary blessings even bigger than usual. In that spirit, Jupiter is in Sagittarius, it’s the eleventh day of the eleventh month of an eleven year, and I’m wearing my favourite pair of underwear: life must be good, right? Well, we at The Thinking Mystic – and that is “we” strictly in the royal sense of the word – are trying our best to believe that because when we’re feeling better again, we’ll remember that it’s true. In the meantime, I rely on faith 🙂
I’ve got a few things I want to share, so let’s get right down to it 🙂
Links of the week
Yes, yes, but what does it mean? Jupiter is in Sagittarius and The Grounded Mystic (no relation other than awesomeness 😉 ) has got us covered.
Freebie of the week: @sweetdarksister is offering a shadow tarot work course, for free, via snail mail. I mean. Hello? You get to pay her in letters. Go! Go now!
I’m still tryna do that snail mail tarot penpal thing and strongly urge you to remember how cool letter writing is, that Jane Austen did it and that she would surely urge you to participate. Don’t listen to me, friend. Listen to Auntie Jane.
MENSTRUATION! The word is practically its own haiku. I decided to use the gnarliness that is menstruating as an opportunity to reflect and dreamed up a four-card tarot spread for just that purpose.
Poem of the week, an oldie but a bestie: Emily Dickinson’s “‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers”.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Videos of the week
ASMR of the week: Winter coats and jackets store RP | Bluewhisper.
I don’t know how to categorise this: Energy healing with singing bowls | The Lune INNATE.
Unboxing / first impressions / what the fuck ever of the week: The Tarot of the Spirit review, by moi.
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