The Queen of Wands is butterscotch candy
wand in hand, waiting to satisfy your
sweet tooth.
She promises pleasure
She promises expansion
Passion is the consequence of her dance:
join her? Find yourself
and never leave.
She asks you to sink down into your
body
To feel the fire in your
belly
to let your truth rise up the back of your
throat
and
roll right off the tip of your tongue.

The Queen of Wands is in the heart of Strength
in the hips of The Empress
in the throat of the High Priestess
and is an earthly embodiment of the angel of Temperance.
She adds fuel to the Tower
ignites the Emperor to action
and proselytizes through the mouth of the Hierophant.
The Queen of Wands reminds the Queen of Swords
that connection is everything
that aloofness cannot keep you safe.
She reminds the Queen of Pentacles that
security isn’t everything.
She whispers to the Queen of Cups:
“Honey, it is not, that, deep.”
When she gets down off her soapbox
they remind her not to overindulge
lest she completely burn out.
She rolls her eyes, and keeps right on.

“Our erotic knowledge empowers us, becomes a lens through which we scrutinize all aspects of our existence, forcing us to evaluate those aspects honestly in terms of their relative meaning within our lives. And this is a grave responsibility, projected from within each of us, not to settle for the convenient, the shoddy, the conventionally expected, nor the merely safe.”

Audre Lorde – Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power