The Gifted Reader Tarot with Sparkle Noir

It’s Easter! I wrote this in early February 2026. Today seemed as good a day as any to share this while I think about the living things in my life, including the bouquet of flowers that I bought 11 days ago and the Rose of Jericho that I watered today. I shared a post on my other blog recently about what flowers have come to mean for me. That little grocery store bouquet sitting on my coffee table isn’t as full as it was on the day that I originally bought it, but it is still holding up pretty nicely. I think I have a couple more days of life left in them. And that Rose of Jericho? What better day than Easter to water it, even though I don’t necessarily celebrate Easter nowadays. The Rose of Jericho is a plant that looks dead until you water it. To use it in spiritual work is to bring new life and protection into whatever you’re praying for or manifesting.  This isn’t an official polished essay or blog post. This was just me writing freely and reflecting on blessings in my life. I...

Lately, when I pull oracle cards, I find myself not fully reading into them right away. I’ll take mental notes of my first impressions, but I really have to let them marinate for a few days or even a few weeks. That’s exactly the case for the cards I’m about to share today. First, let me call back a reading I called A Good Cry is a Spiritual Bath because it is relevant. Tears play a huge role in my interpretation of these cards today. The cards for today are Empathy from Paradise Oracle and Heart of Gold from Oracle of Great Mystics. A Shallow Dive Instead of a Deep One Visually, both cards exude softness, which is what one would expect from empathy, I hope. When someone tells you that you have a heart of gold, they usually mean that you have great personality characteristics that are marked by kindness and generosity. For the sake of time-saving, I won’t do a deep dive on my interpretation of this because my personal reflections will say more than anything I could possibly imag...

Note: This is a personal journal entry that I decided to share publicly. There aren't any tarot cards here, but there is talk about ancestors, which is a topic that I intend to explore more as this blog expands.  I just had a little talk with my daughter, which led to her shedding a few tears. It wasn’t anything bad. As a matter of fact, sometimes when I’m having one of these talks with her, I feel like I am talking to myself—like maybe God allowed this conversation to happen so that I can hear myself aloud. Just a little while ago, my daughter came and asked me if I was going to eat the leftover chili I prepared a few days ago. It wasn’t very good. This chili came from a brand that I had never heard of before in my life. I had it because I got it from a food pantry. For the past several months, I have been frequenting food giveaways and pantries (how I got there is a story for another day), and it has been amazing for my wallet because now I seem to have a little more gas in my ca...