Revolver Magazine Interview with Cristina Scabbia on Tarot, Death and Music.

  Here’s an excerpt of my new piece for Revolver Magazine where I had the pleasure of meeting, reading and interviewing the magical Cristina Scabbia, lead singer of Lacuna Coil. “As Scabbia and I sit down with the 78 cards, I discuss my approach to tarot as I would with any new client. The tarot, I explain to her as she deftly shuffles my worn-out Aquarian Deck, reveals messages from our subconscious through archetypes and shows us the present situation, offering pathways towards decision-making for our future. While I do think tarot can reveal glimpses of our impending fate, I…

Ostara Unfurling

Her glossed lips parted and a tender sigh escaped. The mid-morning light illuminated her face from the subway window. The mysterious stranger couldn’t hide her blush as her lover reached in for another kiss as he stroked her cheek. As we pulled into Canal Street, the young lover said, “more, later,” and dashed off. It…

Heart of Purification

  In the belly of February we lie, existing in a liminal space where sighs of spring and the waxing light blossoms in-between snowflakes. Like goddesses in mythology, our bodies are stretching, awakening limbs, muscles, senses and hearts from underneath the layers of winter’s necessary hibernation. In ancient Roman times, February marked Februalia or Februa,…

The Hermit’s Reckoning

Every morning I forget how it is. I watch the smoke mount In great strides above the city. I belong to no one. Then I remember my shoes, How I have to put them on, How bending over to tie them up I will look into the earth. -Poem by Charles Simic   As I sat on the train, aching to be alone and carrying the news of an old friend’s sudden death in my brain, I remembered to put my Metrocard away and found this poem on the back. Sometimes the universe has a way of finding you out…

Waves of Eclipses

“I am always under direct inspiration. I know just what to do and give instant obedience to my intuitive leads.” According to Florence Scovel Shinn, a turn of the century metaphysical author of affirmations, your word is truly your wand. Witches, seekers and spiritualists alike know the inherent power of words when invoking spells, mantras, or chants. This summer, with its dizzying eclipses, pushes us to match the might of our words with mightier action. Thursday July 12th at 10:48pm EST is the New Moon and Solar Eclipse in Cancer, bringing forth waves of emotional turbulence. The Sun will be…

Wax Tales of Love

  With Beltane (the fire festival welcoming summer in its blazing, sensual glory) around the corner, the most common topic asked by tarot clients and seekers alike is about love magic. As a Libra who most definitely wears rose-tinted glasses, I fully believe in love as life’s most renewable resource one can give and receive. Yet with all my interest in the magic of ritual, I’ve been more likely to loan my copy of bell hooks’ All About Love before advising red wax, poppets and love charms. Perhaps because, like most young witches, my first spells were for love, or so I…

Seeds of Love On The Spring Equinox

“A cold spring, the violet was flawed on the lawn. For two weeks or more the trees hesitated; the little leaves waited. One day in a chill white blast of sunshine, on the side of one a calf was born.” — “A Cold Spring” by Elizabeth Bishop Springtime always evokes the poet in me and there’s nothing more luxurious than having a moment to wear loose dresses, lounging out on a familiar chair while soaking up someone’s notes from the soul, be it nightmares, wishes or epic heartbreaks. We’re in a paused moment, not quite spring, as us New Yorkers…

Eve of Imbolc

Many of my friends celebrate New Year’s as a perfunctory holiday or as “amateur night,” because the calendar year is a creation of modern times. Pagans and Witches alike view Samhain or Halloween as the “Witches New Year,” despite varying opinions. For me, the new year actually takes flight on the eve of Imbolc (February 2nd) and St. Brigid’s Day on February 1st. One of the 4 main festivals with Celtic origins in modern day Wicca, Imbolc is the midpoint between two starkly different equinoxes, a fire festival celebrating the lengthening of the days and the awakening of the goddess…

Father Time

As an enthusiast of the art of comics, one that I’ve kept taped to various incarnations of vision boards is, of all things, a Christian Jack Chick-inked pamphlet, “Hi, There!” featuring a winking grim reaper, scythe in hand waiting around the corner for a wise-cracking construction worker who is shocked to meet his maker. When I was handed this propaganda about 7 years ago, it was truly auspicious timing and little did the proselytizer know how I received this comic strip as much needed tongue in cheek humor, nudging me to make a major decision in life because time waits for…

Hey, Jupiter

For my one-year wedding anniversary I escaped to Woodstock and experienced the starry night sky: a cabin surrounded by woods complete with sherbet colored sunrises and falling leaves. For a brief moment, frenetic city life and work-centered commitments were on pause and for two days only pleasure mattered. I breathed in air scented with beeswax and burnt wood. From devouring an apple endive salad to sipping hot coffee next to a table of Golden Girls-esque women — one wearing a leather jacket emblazoned with Gandhi’s face — the joyful spark of Sagittarius season was lit. A life lesson for me this…