The Eight of Wands is tailwind energy—clear sky, arrows in flight, messages landing exactly when you look up. In the suit of Fire, eights mean motion with direction. Where the

The Seven of Wands is wind on a ridgeline—hair wild, stance wide, you against the gust and still smiling. After the public win of the Six, this card is holding

The Six of Wands is parade energy—bright sun, lifted chin, the drumbeat of “you did that.” After the scrimmage of the Five, this card is recognition: progress seen and named.

The Five of Wands is a lively beehive—buzzing, messy, somehow productive. As fire hits the number five (the agent of change), sparks fly. Where the Four of Wands built a

The Four of Wands is a porch light left on—warm, visible, welcoming you home. As the first “structure” in the suit of Fire, it’s celebration with roots: milestone reached, community

The Three of Wands is that bright morning after you’ve sent the emails, booked the ticket, or hit “publish”—you step outside, breathe, and feel the horizon answer back. As the

The Two of Wands is standing in your doorway with a packed bag—map in one hand, horizon calling your name. As the second spark in the suit of Fire, it’s

The Ace of Wands is the first spark—the match strike before the campfire. It’s raw life-force, a yes with heat in it. As the seed of the suit of fire,