The tarot cards.
A Story by Coyote Poetry “We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.” The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo. I… Continue reading
A Story by Coyote Poetry “We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.” The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo. I… Continue reading
Be the willow tree. Accept the winds of life and dance freely with her. A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot… Continue reading
(Be the flexible branch, not a dead root.)A Story by Coyote PoetryI learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.) Be the flexible branch, not… Continue reading