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It was a wild and stormy night at the Tarot Festival…
The Empress held court amongst all the other gorgeous altars we’d set up that morning.
Strength was the card chosen for my altar creation.
There were so many beautiful altars and amazing costumes, it was a whirl of ritual and feasting and dancing. The feast table was so sumptuous, with a gigantic cornucopeia full of pomagranites, smoked salmon, chocolates, gourmet black sesame tahini balls, lavish heaps of fruits, cheeses, olives… An endless pouring of libations.
My costume was cobbled together hastily, I bought those fuzzy, pretty tubular scarves that are soft as gossamer, and so stretchy that you can wear them like a dress, hastily sewed two grey ones onto a shiney purpley one, so that I had a fuzzy dress with extremely long and floopy sleeves. It was such a fun costume to wear on the (luckily ample) dance floor-I kept twirling out my sleeves so they’d woosh out twice my arm’s normal length and tossing them over my shoulders and into the air.
I took my awesome new(well, I guess I’m the one who’s new-they’ve been here a while) neighbors, Tessa, Hans and Christopher with me and we danced and laughed and ate and snuggled and ate and philosophised and ate and sat in contemplation and ate and raised our voices with intention and ate…
Around 4am, when the guests had dwindled, we stuffed our pockets with the still overflowing goodies, with much not-so-serreptitious giggling, and then decided to raid the co-op dumpster on the way home…
Holy basil! I had NO idea… We scored so much awesome, slightly bruised organic produce-ten bags of basil, bananas, lemons, apples, two cantalopes, ‘taters, various and sundry berries and herbs.
It was so riotously fun. We had to keep ourselves from shrieking, waking the whole sleeping ‘hood with our outlaw triumphyells.
I drove us all home-between the four of us, only my car works-and crashed out at their sweet, friendly little home for a lazy musical night-into-morning…
Now, I’m home, tired and so happy that there’s beautiful, dreadlocked, earthmama-loving freaky people just over my back fence.
