Frances Nanabees: Modern Witch

 Meet the Card: Initial Impressions: An intense looking half man half beast sits perched on a box. He's horned and has wings. He clutches a torch and above his brow a pentagram. Below him two naked people seemingly also horned: Lady Grapes and Captain Flametail, are chained to the box. WHAT'S IN THE BOX? Is he setting Captain Flametail on fire? Is Mr. Goatbat waving us over or telling us to stand back and that there's nothing to see here?  I personally feel like I walked in on something I shouldn't have.   I'm curious. You walk up to a door you've never seen before, haul it open and you and your eyeballs are met with this scene. Do you quickly slam the door and go, "oh shit, my bad - you clearly have a book club I wasn't invited to", or are you intrigued and like - "umm...what's in the box, giggity?" Keywords and Phrases: Bondage to the material world Temptation Obsessions Attachments Addictions Restrictions Shadow self Sexuality Arch...

 Goodbye and farewell to 2021. The literal death of the past calendar and the birth of a new. It has as much or as little weight as you want to give it. Death simply is. Change. It comes for us all. No one escapes death. One transition into another. One thing has to end in order for another to begin, and so 2021 rolls out, and here comes 2022.  I have a pretty neutral feeling about death. I am fairly sure that being raised in a doomsday cult that teaches that when you die you just go to sleep is the main factor in my detachment to death. I love sleep! So I guess it's not like I am seeking it out tomorrow, but a forever nap does sound nice some days. But I also just think this death neutrality might also be attributed to my super practical Midwestern heritage. Allow me to illustrate. Exhibit A: My grandma Vivien was old as long as I could remember. Your classic Midwest grandmother. She was floral polyester and doughy warm arms and white on top like a late season dandelion. Her ...