The Empress whispered to me this morning before I even pulled the card.
Before I sat down at my altar.
Before I shuffled the deck.
She had already made herself knownâin my breakfast, in my plants, in my home, and in the way the beauty of this morningâs dense and magical-feeling fog touched my windows like a hug.
Todayâs card wasnât a surprise. It was a mirrâŚ
