Mystic Memoirs

Mystic Memoirs is an essay experiment inspired by my oracle deck.

I pull the cards not to predict what’s coming, but to anchor myself in what’s already here. Each card offers an idea or theme, and I pay attention to how that idea moves through my life.

The process is simple: draw a card, sit with its message, and let life take its course. I notice what memories surface, what patterns repeat, and what experiences begin to feel charged with meaning. From there, I write. Eventually, an essay-ish thing forms, a small truth. When it’s finished, I publish and pull again.

Fulfillment

When I pulled the Fulfillment card in April, I didn’t rush to interpret it. I let it sit. Propped against the mirror on my dresser, it watched me come and go, morning after morning, night after night. I caught it in my periphery while searching for earrings, putting away clothes, and collapsing into bed. Fulfillment felt like a word meant for later, a word with a lot of distance built into it.Because I’m in my twenties, my life obviously feels unfinished. I’m mid-becoming, mid-learning, mid-mist...

Inner Peace

They say silence is golden. For women, it’s often misread as grace.I went to an all-girls middle and high school where we were taught to speak up. Use your voice. Claim your space. Raise your hand higher. Louder. Stronger. Smarter. Don’t shrink.We were told our silence had been historically enforced. Our stories erased. Our opinions dismissed. Our "nos" ignored. And so the antidote was volume. Urgency. Presence. We were taught to fill the air with our ambition, with questions, with fire. To spea...

Transformation

I’ve pulled the Transformation card so many times throughout my twenties it feels less like a reading and more like a rerun. A quiet tap on the shoulder from the universe, reminding me that nothing stays the same for long. That message, once a surprise, has become a refrain. I've come to believe that your twenties are not just a chapter of growth but a decade defined by near-constant shapeshifting.The difference between teenhood and your twenties, at least for me, is this: you go from a life of...

Inner Child

I walked into my living room this morning sleepy eyed and in need of some coffee. I was greeted by a happy birthday balloon, bobbing in the air as it was tied down to a vase holding a bouquet of fresh fall flowers. These were left as a surprise from my roommate to celebrate my 28th birthday. The balloon’s colors contrasted with the light filtering through our suncatcher in the window, casting rainbows all over the room. It was a symbol, a reminder of my youth. Of the days when balloons were the...