That is the thing about comfort. It soothes no matter the malaise and steadies the ship. It alleviates our suffering and allows us to find some ease and grace in situations that don't arrive chockers with either. And so darklings I have crafted a new reading to salve strange days.

New year brings new readings, deeper shadow work and a whole bunch of new ways to work together. If you are looking for a sign, this is datura.

My favourite place to work from with you is the transition zone. That place between old and new, known and unknown, where everything feels like it is shaking. The growing tip is a powerful and scary place to be - and the one from which you can take the greatest leaps.

Sometimes we aren't sure precisely how to do the good work of our life. We want to but we don't know where or how to start. That's where I come in and whisper softly to your soul to help her remember. Beyond my readings, I offer sessions to enhance your connection to your intuition and personal power. We dive into my full medicine bag, working together through whatever is vexing you.

Can you feel the three fates at play in your life? Past, present and future are always knitted together, a function of one another whose tendrils extend far beyond our myopia. But with the curtains yanked back and the veils thinning as we move towards this week's equinox and full moon, you can fairly hear the spindle and the rhythmic beat of its pedal as it spins the wheel.

As a tarot reader I will forever be enchanted by what the cards reveal. More than the answers to your most vexing questions and beyond their ability to sniff the future on the breeze.

Back in the saddle darklings and loving it! After a long and winding convalesence, I read tarot this morning for a wonder from Wisconsin and have officially re-opened my bookings for readings.

Next gen tarot

With so much of this eclipse malarkey playing out in Piscean realms, you could be forgiven for feeling like you've been battling the biggest rip of your life. Fighting it only made us feel like we were drowning as our strength waned and panic set in. We were dragged out largely against our will into a daunting ocean whose beauty was quickly replaced by our terror as we tried not to think about what lurked in the depths. It was only when we surrendered to forces greater than ourselves and stopped struggling that we began to float.

As we churn through eclipse season how best to keep our heads above the whirling water? By turning down the white noise of an all too frantic world around us. Our inner library, where all the answers are written in books scribed throughout eons and dimensions beyond our mortal range, whispers to us the secrets of our universe.