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This little blog is just a place to keep track of my historical forays, developing tarot practice, thoughts on the craft of writing and teaching, observations, foraging adventures, book reviews, or general notes for myself and friends on various types of practice and little tidbits that catch my eye. Whether you’re just curious or looking for some ideas for your own practices, I hope readers will find something of value!
Unfurling
It’s the time of year that the ocotillo should be blooming, like fiery, lanky torches erupting from the desert. In the stark landscape, they beckon with their flamboyant burst of color, and if you keep a sharp eye out, you can see tiny hummingbirds dipping in and out of the trumpet-shaped flowers. One could be forgiven for getting lost in the aerial displays and missing the plants’ formidable thorns hiding under the stumpy leaves. Like most things in Texas, their spindly awkwardness and vibrant cheer are deceptive. So, too, the light touch of the hummingbird, disguising the deftness and skill of his maneuvers behind what looks like gentle effortlessness. To enjoy the ocotillo’s sweeter side takes a healthy respect for its edges along with a delicate touch.