🎴Bear Bones Tarot: Sunday, May 10, 2026

Knight of Pentacles — You Don't Have to Gallop

First… before I dive in — HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY! Whether you are a biological mom, bonus mom, adopted mom, foster mom, fur-baby mom, friend mom… or even quietly grieving/missing your own mom (or some combination of those) — I see you, I feel you, and if you ever need a Mom-hug (even just this virtual one), I’m here for you. 🤗🥰

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On the long road, the steady rider, and what it means to hold your dream up to the stars while your horse just... keeps going.

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🖊️ Part 1: For the Writers

The Knight of Pentacles is not a glamorous card.

He is not The Chariot, thundering dramatically toward inevitable victory. He is not the Ace of Wands, exploding with sudden inspiration. He doesn’t come with lightning or crumbling towers or figures in ecstatic, arms-wide-open transformation.

He has a horse. A rocky road. A pentacle glowing warm gold in his raised paw.

And he just keeps riding.

This is the card that shows up when the writing life asks the hardest thing of you — not brilliance, not talent, not a burst of inspired genius at the exact right moment. Just: keep going. Keep showing up. Keep moving down the road, even when it’s uneven underfoot and you can’t see the end of it and the sky above you is so beautiful it almost hurts.

The bear in this card is doing something I keep coming back to. He isn’t watching his hooves. He isn’t counting the miles or calculating how far he has left to go, or wondering if he’s going fast enough, or comparing his progress to the horse in the next field over. He’s holding that pentacle up — his work, his dream, the thing he’s building — and looking at it. Not clutching it in fear. Not hiding it away. Raising it. Like a compass point. This is what I’m riding toward. This is the thing worth the road.

“You don’t have to gallop to get there. You just have to keep riding.”

Here’s what the Knight of Pentacles knows about the writing life:

We romanticize the sprint. The burst of inspiration, the three-day writing bender that produces a whole act in a fever dream, the NaNoWriMo-style chaos that results in fifty thousand words and temporary madness. We tell that story like it’s the real one. Like that’s how books actually get made.

But most books don’t get written in a fever dream. Most books get written the way this bear rides — one day at a time, one page at a time, one stubborn forward motion at a time. Even when the road is rocky. Even when the sky is distracting. Even when your sinuses are staging a protest and you’d really rather be doing literally anything else.

The Knight of Pentacles says: you can look up at the beauty of it AND keep riding. Those are not mutually exclusive things.

What he will not do is stop. Not out of stubbornness or ego — but because he understands something the sprint-romanticizers often miss: the road is the work. The showing up is the work. The everyday, unglamorous, non-viral, unsexy act of sitting down and doing the thing — that is the whole craft. And the pentacle he holds? It’s not just a symbol of future reward. It’s his project. His book. His world. His dream — held up where he can see it, oriented toward it, even while the horse does the quiet work of carrying him there one stride at a time.

Here’s your question for today:

• What is your pentacle?

• What are you building that you could afford to hold up a little higher — where you can actually see it — instead of carrying it buried under your anxiety about whether you’re going fast enough, or doing it right enough, or whether it will matter when you get there?

The Knight doesn’t worry about fast enough. He worries about keeping the direction true.

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🌿 Today’s Practical Magick

Before you open your manuscript today — or your Substack draft, or your outline, or whatever piece of the road you’re riding — try this:

Write the name of your current project on a scrap of paper. Or just say it out loud, once, clearly. This is what I’m riding toward.

Then sit down and write one true thing. Not a chapter. Not a word count goal. One honest sentence, one paragraph, one scene beat — something that moves it forward, however slightly.

That’s the Knight’s spell. Not a gallop. Not a fever dream. Just a steady hand on the reins, and a pentacle held up toward the stars. 🐴🌟🐾

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🔒 The personal pull is below — for paid subscribers. This is where The Mojo Mama Bear gets bear-bones honest about what the card stirred up this morning, and what it looks like in a real, unglamorous, quietly beautiful Sunday in the life of a working author building her empire one brick at a time.

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