My Lunar Sol Tarot Experiment
Yesterday felt off – kinda like my brain was wrapped in fog. So I dug out my old Rider-Waite deck from the back of my sock drawer. Dust flew everywhere. Made me sneeze three times straight.
Cleared space on my coffee table first. Moved half-drunk mugs and yesterday’s mail. Felt important to wipe it down too – found a crumpled napkin and gave it a quick scrub.
Setting Up the Basics
Didn’t overthink it this time. Just grabbed one card for each moon phase. Went like this:
- New Moon: Pulled The Hermit. Cold sweats – thought I’d get something awful.
- First Quarter: Fumbled the deck. Card flipped face-up – Three of Wands.
- Full Moon: Closed my eyes real tight. Felt for the thickest card edge. Got The Tower.
- Last Quarter: Last card stuck together. Peeled ’em apart – Five of Cups.
Honestly? My first thought was “Great. All my least favorite cards showed up.” Almost quit right there.
Connecting the Dots
Sat on my couch staring at those four cards for ten minutes. Nothing clicked. Drank cold coffee from this morning. Bad idea.
Then I remembered last week’s fight with my sister about mom’s birthday. Suddenly Hermit made sense – I’d been hiding from that problem. Three of Wands? Still packing that stupid gift for her in my trunk. Full Moon’s Tower? Yeah, mom’s party is tomorrow. I’m so screwed.
The Lightbulb Moment
Five of Cups usually means crying over spilled milk. But this time? Realized I still had two days to fix things. Called sis while staring at that card. We talked for an hour. Didn’t solve everything – but at least we aren’t yelling now.
Always thought tarot needed fancy spreads and perfect questions. Turns out? Moon cycles plus crappy coffee works just fine when life’s a mess.
