• Cards,  delving

    Open the locked door in action 3

    The third sentence I used the ‘Open the locked door…’ spread for was ‘I/embody/my power’. Process This time I knew in advance i wanted a sentence for this spread and i wanted it to be empowering, showing me how to come into my power. I wanted to see how I was powerful. I wanted this spread to be positive, no negative words in it like ‘I am not a woman’, or ‘open the locked door’. This spread aimed at being the positive antidote to the first two and it certainly related to them, but of course not in the way I expected… The first sentence I wrote was ‘I am…

  • Cards,  delving

    Open the locked door in action 1

    My previous post ‘Open the locked door…’ aimed at giving straight forward(ish) instructions for doing this 9 card spread. This and the next few posts will detail the readings I got with 3 different sentences and some of my process around that, as well as giving a few more sentence examples that I helped a friend to use to give an idea of how readers can use this spread with others. I think this is a particularly good spread for personal shadow work, but also worked really well with my friend. The deck I used for all these spreads was the Mary-El. I really love it for this sort of…

  • Cards,  delving

    Open the locked door…

    This is a highly adaptable spread for a wide variety of situations. If you’re free writing, meditating, doing the washing up, trying to look busy at work, cuddling a tree (you get the picture) and a sentence pops out at you. A sentence that holds some kind of power, you can create a spread out of it like this to explore that power/direction/energy that made it pop out. I’ve found it really useful for a bunch of different sentences. The last one was ‘I embody my power’, split into I/embody/my power. I thought it was going to be all about affirming my power, showing me how to access it and…

  • Clay

    Mud Metamorphosis

    This is a blog about my personal journey. My Mud Metamorphosis. My process of transformation through clay, cards and chaos. Here is the story of clay. I was, and still am, under many internal illusions. Illusions about both myself and the world around me. But at core, illusions about myself. I have fervently walked paths that were not my own, not guided by my true inner fires. I did not see myself. I entirely internalised goals I felt others had for me – parents, society, my ancestors, the world – I saw my life as in service to external needs, what I perceived others to need of me. I strove,…