I stayed up all night painting. My paintbrush dipping and streaking lush deep red against walls a hundred years old. Powered incense smoking from a cast iron cauldron, my tarot cards spread out, three red candles burning in the middle of the empty room. I painted a new story in that room built on magic, on fiery passion, on perfumed smoke, on wild creativity and up-all-night thoughts. This morning, I
My Wild Unknown tarot cards have been my constant companions in the last month. I've roamed the city through subways, buses, taxis and on foot- to sit across from people and read. I've Skyped and read as far off as Australia, Japan, London and Mexico this month. At 5am this morning, I was wide awake for no reason, watching the lights of the city and relishing