Tarot for Tara

Ten of cups

We overflow

There is family here and joy

He is the sway in your hips

And the whirl of your hurricane heart upward burst forth into a rainbow

Some presence you have never had before,

Your yes to life

The hanged man

Is this not what we are here to learn?

How to be and hang

How to glow, at peace in a moment pregnant with possibilities

(Look upside down! See how we dance!
How we tree our way into breaths

We are tall for the coming sapling

Heart open, chest broad, in the now)

Six of wands

A victory

Health and a crowd around you

A tribe, your tribe to wave you forward

Keep them near, honor their love

For you and for this new life

They buoy you up

Nine of swords

What keeps you up at night

What good life is worth staying awake for

What tiny-lung caterwaul says you

You and you, the protector and the light

No better cause for worry, this Lilliputian miracle

Nine of pentacles

Now in a garden replete with growth

Redolent in the overflow of a toddling consequence

Perhaps there are snails

Perhaps some weights heavy on your shoulders

And perhaps the garden is not unencumbered as it once seemed

But the truth of beautiful harvest remains

When you have brought forth life

What you reap is love

And love and love