🌱You’re overdue for a daydream!
This week, the Seven of Cups asks us to imagine the impossible.
Welcome to the Greenhouse 🌱 where we plant seeds for the week ahead with a tarot reading, a digital altar, and more! Consider this your digital quiet place to exhale, read, and nourish your busy lil brain to ground you for the upcoming week. Maybe we’ll bask in the sun a little, too (wearing SPF, of course!) So if you haven’t already, please consider upgrading your subscription!
This week’s seed 🌱: Imagination as world building
The compost 🪱: The Seven of Cups
When I was younger, I used to spend a lot of my time creative writing. I’d spend hours imagining new worlds full of magic, death, and transformation. My mom used to say that my creativity was like a faucet: once I turned it on, it just poured out of me.
As I got older, it got harder for me to get that faucet going. College sort of reoriented me around academic writing, which for me meant trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. After college, I got a job, and the pressure of working to pay my bills mixed with the excitement and freedom of being a grown up took up a lot of space in my mind. I didn’t write much at all, and generally felt very out of touch with my magical ability to create. It wasn’t until I had a baby that this shifted.
Maybe it’s because I l i t e r a l l y created life, but giving birth ripped open this hole inside of me (that I talk about more extensively here ;) I wasn’t craving those ice cream Snickers bars anymore. Instead, I craved creation. All I wanted to do in those first few months postpartum (aside from get some fucking sleep!) was create. Anything. The most accessible thing to me at the time was writing. So I started writing every single day. As soon as my baby fell asleep for a nap, I’d grab my computer and start typing. I felt this potent creative force inside of me that needed to actualize. My faucet, rusty from years of neglect, busted open, and creative ideas cascaded through me.
Now that I have gotten back in touch with my very special inner creatrix, I realized that creativity is vital to my day-to-day functioning. This does not mean that I write a fiction novel every day. It simply means that, once I started infusing a sense of creativity and wild wonder for the endless possibilities of everything into my everyday life, my quality of life drastically improved. This is the medicine of the Seven of Cups: what we can imagine, we can create.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to TMI to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.