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Shedding Some Light on The Moon

“What is your association with The Moon card?”

My tarot teacher asked me when we practiced reading tarot with a spread.

I told her that:

“I always feel a strong connection to the moon. I also find The Moon card on most tarot decks attractive”.

She seemed a bit relieved by my answer, before going on explaining that tarot readers have divided perceptions about The Moon card; some consider it as a good card, while others find it difficult.

I looked at the card on the spread. We were using the Rider Waite Smith tarot deck. There a few things going on for sure. The lobster, the howling dogs, the towers with the dark sky draping the background. But nothing calls out to be as a problematic.

Yes, the moon can be emotional, but so are we, are we not?

I put my thoughts aside and continued reading the spread. I interpreted The Moon as I needed to wait for a whole month before being able to see any progress.


The Moon card (Pisces) itself is about intuition.

The Moon


It’s time to let the moon illuminate our dark side. For us to embrace our shadow-self, to go deeper inside, in the effort of understanding ourselves better.


The other day, I meditated under the full moon on Aries. Again a homework from my teacher. I took out all The Moon cards my all the tarot decks (excluding Rider Waite Smith tarot deck, as these days I only use it as a point of reference) I owned to contemplate more on it.

The depiction in The Spacious Tarot deck is my favourite. The card is dominated by a large moon – which reminds me of the time I went to Uluru and saw the moon up close point. It also has two mushrooms on it, which reminds me of The Lovers tarot card.

After spending sometime with The Moon tarot cards, I journaled about it – a whole three pages in my Moleskin. I am not ready to share it here yet. Thought at this rate, I have a feeling that I will eventually share it with you but for now, do know it has been cathartic.

That night, I honoured the moon’s energy by drinking Lavender tea and going to bed with Selenite charging me from the bedside table.

Staycation Tarot Spread Moon Void Tarot

Meletos Staycation Tarot Spread

Last year Fafa got me a staycation at Meletos farmhouse as a birthday gift. Fifteen months and one more birthday later, we are finally going there this weekend. I pulled a few cards to re-create my go-to travel spread.

Travel Spread position —

  1. My vibe during the staycation
  2. The staycation’s energy
  3. Something to focus on or be mindful of during the staycation
  4. A must (do/see/experience) on the staycation
  5. The staycation’s highlights
  6. Souvenir or lesson learned from the staycation

Here is my reading for our Meletos staycation —

My vibe during the trip: Justice

When this card appears the Universe is working on restoring the balance.

OMG Yes! YES, 100% Yes. After experiencing burn-out in the past few weeks, I am counting on this staycation will help to tip the scale and bring it back to the work-life balance I strive for.

The staycation’s energy: Queen of Pentacles

Deep connection with nature.

For me, the Queen of Pentacles here represent Meletos itself. The farmhouse Meletos is a gorgeous boutique hotel located in acres and acres of land with uninterrupted views across vines and apple orchards to the blue-tinged Great Divide. In a word, it’s fancy. And I am so looking forward to just staying in and absorbing the energy.

Something to focus on during the staycation: The Lovers

An excellent time for us to connect, do fun couple activities. I am thinking wine tasting, long walks through the vineyards and bubble bath sesh.

A must (do/see/experience) on the staycation: King of Swords

King of Swords Moon Void Tarot

I struggle to see how the King of Swords would connect with our staycation, so I looked more intently onto the image. The element of fire pops up (also all Kings represent the element of fire). A reminder to get cozy-up by the fireplace maybe?

The staycation’s highlights: Nine of Cups

Nine glass of wine here I come!

Souvenir or lesson learned from the staycation: The Emperor

Similar to the King of Swords earlier, I turned into the image of the card to see its’ correlation with the staycation.

On the Moon Void Tarot deck, The Emperor card is missing the Emperor. It just has his crown and cape left on the throne. It looks like the Emperor is taking a break himself. It reminds me that everyone, even the Emperor, could benefit from taking a break from the daily duties now and then.

Ace of Pentacles Moon Void Tarot

Learning Mindfulness from The Ace of Pentacles

I draw Ace of Pentacles today using the new Moon Void Tarot deck. Aces are happy news and blessings from the Universe. The Ace of Pentacles relates to earthly matter such as finance, career and health. It usually comes bearing gifts — from good health, job promotion to financial windfall.

Nice! I like unexpected gifts.

I also like Aces, and of all the Aces in tarot, Ace of Pentacles is my favorite just because it’s somewhat more tangible compared to other suits. And as someone who believes in Law of Attraction, drawing Ace of Pentacles turns the day to fun scavenger hunt moments. It urges me to be more mindful throughout the day so that I can spot the Universe’s gifts for the day. At the same time, I tend to be more grateful on my Ace of Pentacles days for the same reason as before, mindfulness.

So far here are the things I identified as the Universe’s gifts today: refund from VicRoads, refund from another company, new-to-us delicious Srilankan food delivery service and grapes on sale in Woolies.

Btw, the Ace of Pentacles on the Moon Void Tarot deck resembles the Sun and today’s weather has been delightful. I can sense a rainbow is in the making.

Maybe I will go and sit on the balcony with a cuppa and my current read for a while.

My Current Go To Self Care Activities

Today has been tough — for various reasons. I plan to resort to some self-care activities tonight. Here are some of my go-to self-care activities that require minimal effort:

  • Reading paperback books. No Kindle allowed during self-care sesh
  • Taking a hot shower
  • Watching bad food reality shows like Come Dine With Me series
  • Going through a new-to-me or all-time-fave blog’s archive
  • Asking a self-care related question and drawing a tarot card
  • Checking in with the moon
  • Meditating for a short time
  • Me-time
  • Reading illustrated books for adults. Current read: Belonging: A German Reckons with History and Home by Nora Krug
  • Wearing face mask sheet
  • Minimum communication and interaction with people
  • Lighting a nice-smelling candle. Current fave: Yankee Candle’s Dried Lavender & Oak
  • Holding Miaw
  • Infinity scroll-ing IG. My feed is filled with influencers I admire and related hashtags
  • Stretching
  • Watching a horror movie
  • Watering or at least talking with the house-plants
  • Keeping a rose quartz crystal close to me. The bigger, the better
  • Journaling
  • Reading and fixing my old blog posts
  • Listening to selected true-crime podcasts (e.g. The Red Handed)
  • Changing to loose but cute PJs
  • Viewing the latest uploads by my fave Youtube commentary channels
  • Putting my phone on flight mode
  • 10 minutes yoga
  • Flipping through the stack of magazines I keep in the apartment
  • Sleeping
  • Munching on cookies
  • Soaking in the bath
  • Drinking a whole pot of warm mulled-wine tea or a cup of hot mulled wine
  • Browsing tarot decks on Kickstarter. Book-marking some of my faves to be added into my yearly fave tarot decks list
  • self foot-massaging with body-oil
  • Pulling a random card from the Oracle deck as a guidance
  • Eating a piece dark sea salt chocolate — or three
  • Removing duplicates from iPhoto (just being a Virgo)
  • Online-window-shopping stationaries, candles and woo-woo stuff
  • Making sure I am not hungry
  • Sage-ing myself
  • Making a list

Things I Won’t Think About in My Last Seconds of Life

Memento Mori. A reminder that we all will die one day.

We all know that, don’t we?!

So, why do we need a reminder for that? Because sometimes we go through life as if we are immortals; standing at the edge of danger for a perfect selfie, accumulating money in multiple currencies, carrying the emotional baggage instilled by a distant aunt more than twenty years ago.

Hence, the age-old variation of the regrets-on-the-deathbed question. As someone who’s more than a little curious about death, I have thought about this plenty. At some point in your life, I am sure you have too.

But how about the other side of the coin?

Have you ever thought about the things you won’t care about when you are in the last seconds of life?

Things that are occupying space in the brain, things that we think a lot about, things which probably are not going to cross the mind on the deathbed?

I pondered about this question over the weekend and realized that I won’t be thinking about food in the last seconds of life.

As someone who plans the daily schedule around food, marks the beginning of romantic relationships with the moment food was shared and has an ever-growing to-eat list, the realization bummed me out a little. Unless a certain percentage of people in this world are right about heaven and it has an unlimited amount of peeled grapes I can eat there while watching TV.

Speaking of TV, though I spend an embarrassing amount of time watching embarrassingly titled TV shows (Deadly Women, Scandal, Don’t Trust the B—- in Apartment 23 — to name a few), I don’t think I will be thinking about my Netflix subscription on the last seconds of my life either.

If you think that the early realization above is a reminder for me that there are better things to focus in life other than being a couch potato, then you are wrong! Because I know I won’t be thinking about books as well.

Not about the piles of unread books scattered around the house, the urgent desire to reorganize my bookshelf that resurfaces with the changing of the season, and the constant nagging whenever I pick a semi-familiar book in the bookstore and wonder whether I already purchased the book and kept it in the bookshelf at my parents. Nor of my bookworm’s dream of building a bookshelf in the bathroom consisting of only waterproof books and build a house that looks like a book (– and filled with books).

I won’t even remember feeling guilty for buying overpriced books at the airport even though on the 1st of January every single year, I make a new year resolution of not doing it anymore. And If I am dying anytime soon, the slip up of buying 11 books at Changi Airport during a short layover last year, won’t even come into mind.

The airport talk reminds me that, if I am being honest, I won’t be thinking about traveling as well, something that I constantly think, plan, and obsessed about throughout my adult life (even now, while I am typing this, I have Skyscanner open in another window tab, you know just in case Victoria opens its’ border by end of the year).

Also, hello, no one knows where they will be “traveling” to the afterlife, so why bother?

The good thing is that I should not also think about flying, more specifically, my irrational fear of flying which usually creeps in a few days before I travel (assuming that my last seconds of life is not inside a plane that is crashing). Not thinking about flying also means I won’t go through my friends’ faces in my mental Rolodex of whose message I “forgot” to reply nor replaying the moment when I yelled back at my mom back in 1997 which I haven’t apologized for.

Another thing that I gladly won’t think about is: adult-ing and all the responsibility that comes with it, such as staying in a job long enough before it’s acceptable in the CV to leave, keeping some of the money earned after giving both the government and AMAZON Prime a huge chunk of it and keeping the house acceptable clean to show my parents that as a 30-something grown-up woman, I actually can survive without their supervision.

On the contrary, I am truly saddened by the thought of not thinking about my blogs. The only thing I slogged on and powered through the winter cold (with the help of my cheap electric blanket) continuously, the one I come home to after a busy day at work to “nurture”, that make me skip hanging out with friends and lost my sleeping hours for. Theses blogs are my joy and pride, but if I am being really honest, I don’t think I will be thinking about it. This realization is kind of devastating because the blogs are what I have closest to a child or at least a pet.

Wait, that’s not true!

I do have something else that is closest to a pet for me. Something that I keep at home and Instagram-ed regularly. Something that I worry about when I travel, therefore, pass to friends to take care of while I am away. Something I fed, talk to, and named. The house plants.

And I am sure I won’t be thinking about it either. They are hard to take care of and I am happily won’t use my remaining thoughts not thinking whether I have watered Carrie, Samantha, and Charlotte that week. And hopefully, by then, I already made peace with murdering the majority of them (including Miranda) by either over-watering or under-watering.

On the note of obsession, even though I am utterly obsessed with true crime and have gone so far to form friendships based on the other parties’ knowledge about the serial killers’ full names and regularly googling their mug shots using an office computer, it’s safe to say that I won’t be using the last oxygen being an armchair detective. Nor will I think about my crystals collection, Japan (unless I get to be lucky enough to live and die there one day), and many other things I am borderline obsessive about.

At first, I thought it would be hard to identify what is it that I won’t think about on my last seconds of life, but soon after I realized that almost nothing occupies my mind today, this week nor this year matters then. And that the ones I will think about are a few button taps away. So I picked up the phone and spent the rest of the weekend FaceTime-ng with them.

What about you, what are the things you won’t care about when you are in the last seconds of life?