One of my favorite rituals is lighting some sage or cedar, clearing the energy of my tarot deck, shuffling the cards and thinking about the week ahead of me. While I shuffle, I set goals, reflect, and invite ease into my week. Then, I pick a card. I hang out with the card for a bit, studying its image, refreshing my memory of its meaning with some words from a tarot book, meditating with it.
Today, something a little different. A prayer, a poem, a song. A little something to offer the Ace of Pentacles. Lately, this is how things are flowing out of me. I need to honor that.
Oh Ace of Pentacles,
I reach my hand out for yours
grabbing hold of abundance,
of water manifested into magical cloud --
if this transformation can happen,
anything is possible.
Anything is within my reach.
I plant the seeds for new beginnings.
I am nourished by the energy in the soil,
by the earth beneath my feet.
Dear Ace, I am ready.
Ready to receive,
ready to gather my harvest.
I honor everything that rises up
from the Earth, just for me.
Just as the cloud-vapor
materializes into tangible rain,
allow my ideas to take shape,
to be something I can hold,
a weight in my palm.
I am aware:
the universe is full of infinite opportunity,
& I am digging into it.
