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The Otea Oracle Deck

Feast on your Fate

Dear Otea:

I have recently become very interested in my family history, but am realizing that there are so many questions I won't ever know the answers to! This pains me a little … how can I honor my ancestry and sit comfortably in the unknown?

Oracle Card Cocktail: The ephemeral exchange of The Sparrows and the strange séance of Fritto Misto.

Cara Mia:

The conversation has already begun! So live in the question and let it unfold. From the side of life, I know it can sometimes seem linear. A call and a response. An ask and an answer that leads you from here to there. And yes, certainly, your history has backbone. It has the people in their places and you, trying to trace their steps and track their scent. But from the other side, from all sides—where I sit—your history also has breath. It arrives through transmission. Through the moments when you’re caught in a movement that seems like more than just yours. A gesture that feels unconscious. An inexplicable craving. A choice without clear pros or cons. This is the conversation. In these moments of mystery, your family reaches for you. They are as present in the space that surrounds the photograph as they are bound within its frame. Scour the archive. Delight in the stories told and the letters written. But know that their lives, and yours, are made as much from what you allow to come undone as they are from what was said and done. You must let their lives live through your own longing. Otherwise, your ancestors have no way to reach for you and nowhere to go. And when you let them come out of nowhere, and be with you everywhere, you’ll both come closer to home.

Un abbraccio forte,
Otea

Dear Otea:

I'm happily child-free but sometimes struggle with the cultural stigma around that. I want the world to see me as I see me: a mother to my creative endeavors, my pets, my garden, and all of the beings in my life that want and need love. Should I say to hell with what people think, or try gracefully to get them to see that I, too, am a mother?

Oracle card cocktail: The promiscuous permissioning of La Saraghina and the inarguable
power of The Ancient Winds.

Cara Mia:

Being in this world as you are needs no name and no witness. Mother is present each time the world makes way for you—in the depth of your hands digging into that garden dirt, in the rise of your animal’s fur reaching for your fingertips, and in the plush press of a cushion bending around your body. And it is present each time the world has its way with you—as you dance in its downpour with your widest hips while they try to call all that you conceive of anything other than love, love, love. Your love is limitless. So be wordless. Bear no mark. Ask for no introduction. Creation has already conceived of you and you can conceive of it however you wish. To hell with them and all the way back, to the place where you choose to bear
all this beauty instead.

Un abbraccio forte,
Otea