Post #3315: Inner wisdom

I am in an actively transitional place in my life, though still not quite ready to share what that means publicly. In the meantime, my dreams and tarot readings have taken on a surprising weight, full of direction and meaning.

Last night I dreamed that I was seeking to renovate a house – a whitewashed, stone, Victoria-style workhouse – to be my home. Situated in something that looked like the land I grew up on, the house existed in between the interior homes of the very wealthy, and the exterior shacks and tents of poor, drug-using people. My quest in the dream was to find out who could give me permission to fix up the house – to go door to door and find out who owned it. I moved easily among these extremes, at home in both, and undaunted.

My reading of the dream is that it speaks to transition and to living between worlds—doing the work to establish myself, and actively making a home in territory that is both known and unknown.

My tarot reading today echoes this, and honestly, I was a bit spooked (moved?) at how deeply it spoke to this exact resonance when I turned the cards over.

The reading felt like a map for the liminal space I find myself in. The Hermit representing inward focus and quiet resolve; the Six of Pentacles and Page of Cups reminding me that I’ve learned to balance strength with tenderness; the Page of Wands revealing a hidden spark of excitement beneath the seriousness; and Death, in the position of direction, speaks to shedding an old skin and crossing into a new identity. The Knight of Pentacles offers guidance in how to move—steadily, patiently, one step at a time—while The Sun, as blessing, promises vitality, confidence, and a sense of rightness in inhabiting my own body (this card has shown up in all of my last three readings so I’m taking this to heart). Taken together, this spread suggests a calm and well-lit passage and gives some rather clear direction: gather yourself, let something end, keep going, and allow this moment to change how you see yourself.

Afterwards, I lit the candle on a small altar I made in my window a few weeks ago with the intention that I move forward with wisdom (owl feather), protection (rose quartz), beauty (the butterfly), and without delay (“delay not, swift the flight of fortune’s greatest favours”).

I know, it’s all a little bit woo—but in these times of flux, both personal and global—I am leaning on all the meditation and magic practices at my disposal. Of all moments we should be deeply listening to the world and our higher selves, it is right now.