🔮 Tarot Taps | July 24, 2025 Theme: "Letting go of the 'perfect plan' to follow your heart's true map." 💔➡️💖🗺️ 🕰️ Present Moment: ...

🔮 Tarot Taps July 23, 2025 Crumbs? Nah. She’s ready for the crown. 👑🍞💔 "It’s hard watching someone you love settle for crumbs when...

🔮 Present Moment The Hierophant Today calls for tradition, structure, and wisdom. Whether it’s spiritual practice, family values, or...

A raw, humorous, and heartfelt reflection on life with bipolar disorder its highs, lows, passion, and the misunderstood beauty of living with a wild mind. From creative highs to crashing lows, this post explores love, mental illness, and self-discovery.

A survivor's testimony of trauma, faith, healing, and justice born from the darkest night and rising through Adoration, truth, and divine strength. This is not just my story… it’s a victory cry for every soul who’s ever felt broken and is still standing. 💔🙏🔥

When you’re loyal to a fault, love can blind you to disrespect. This fierce post is a call to all women especially her daughter to rise, release toxic love, and remember they’re a Lamborghini in a world full of skateboards.

Marisa chose hot pink and purple two colors that perfectly reflect the love, growth, and strength she carries. As she navigates heartbreak and self-discovery at 18, I see her evolving into a woman of fierce loyalty, spiritual wisdom, and unconditional love. This is a tribute to her heart, her healing, and the beautiful meaning behind the colors she wears.

After the sudden loss of her 14-year-old son Issac, I wrote this letter to my friend Kara an expression of shared sorrow, spiritual hope, and the invisible threads of love that connect us through unspeakable pain.

On the 4th of July, under the trees and moonlight, I watched someone I loved fade before my eyes. Years later, through pain, reflection, and a visit from the other side, I’ve learned that some stories aren’t meant to be closed. This is a letter to Victor the boy who saw me, loved me, and left too soon.

Thirteen years after the rape, fear still follows me at night, at the mailbox, in my mind. In this deeply vulnerable post, I share what it’s like to live with trauma that doesn’t just disappear... and the fight to reclaim safety, power, and peace one terrifying step at a time.

This wasn't my first miscarriage, but it still broke me like it was. In this deeply personal post, I share the war between my body and soul, the silent grief of loss, and what it means to love fiercely—even when the letting go comes too soon.

A raw, honest look into what it’s like to love someone with bipolar disorder. Through personal experience and spiritual grounding, Michele shares the complexities of mania, paranoia, and the toll it takes on relationships while advocating for understanding, support, and the power of faith through it all.

Fresh out of the ER, drained and soul-weary, I reflect on love, loss, mental illness, and the divine journey back to myself. This is the raw testimony of a woman who’s been broken, lifted, and called to rise again through faith, trauma, laughter, and healing. I found strength in surrender, and in telling the truth, finally found my way home.

A raw confession of how guilt can quietly steal your power—even when you're known for being bold. In this vulnerable reflection, Michele explores contradictions, illness, lost strength, and the secret longing for acceptance from those who mattered most. Truth meets healing, and the elephant in the room finally gets named.

A raw, soul baring reflection on trauma, memory, and the monsters we secretly reawaken just to see if we're still strong enough to fight. This post unpacks the quiet ache of growth, the confusion of healing, and the light of hope with a closing tarot message from The Star to guide us back to ourselves.

Tarot Taps Like the universe giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder each day…  Just a little nudge from spirit to guide you, ground you,...

I used to think I had to protect myself from love, but the truth is I was just scared. Scared to be seen, accepted, and loved exactly as I am. What I truly craved wasn’t perfection. It was a connection a best friend, a soulmate, someone who would dream with me and not try to dim my shine. This is the story of how I stopped guarding my heart and started letting love in… one brave breath at a time.

An honest reflection on guilt, perception, and the power of reclaiming your truth. I’m done letting guilt run the show it’s time I run my own.

I didn’t leave my marriage after 19 years because I gave up I left because I finally saw the truth. This isn’t about blame. This is about breaking the cycle of fear, guilt, and emotional survival. I’m not running, I’m rising.

We didn’t break apart in a single moment. It happened slowly—in silence, in solitude, in the space where “we” used to live. This is a story of two people who loved deeply, but lost themselves trying to hold on. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t me. It was us.