Hi. I'm Dylan.

I started reading cards the way most people do — alone, on the floor, in a room that needed the lights off for a minute. The first deck I owned was a Rider-Waite-Smith I bought from a stranger at a fair, the box already softened at the corners. I didn't know what I was doing. I still don't, exactly. That's the point.

Brews and Bloom is the room I wished I'd had then. A reading room. A garden. A brewing kettle. A place where the cards live, where you can pull one for free if you need one and that's all you need. Where you can sit with me for an hour if the question is bigger than a card. Where the shelves hold tea and coffee and seeds and small plants and candles and crystals — the practical magic of slow things.

What it's for

I think tarot is a conversation, mostly with yourself. The cards are good at that — they ask you what you already half-know. The job of a reader is to slow down enough that you can hear what's already there. When I do that work for someone, I'm not predicting. I'm listening with them.

The other half of the shop is for the days you don't need a reading. The morning coffee that wakes you up. The evening tea that walks you down. The plant on the windowsill that quietly keeps growing while you don't. Those things are part of the practice too.

How I read

I read with reversals. I read with intuition more than memorized keywords. I think a reading should leave you with one or two clear things you can carry into your week, not a fog of mystery. I'll tell you what I see and you'll know if it's true. That's the deal.

The name

Brews — for the cup of something warm you make for yourself in the morning. Bloom — for the thing growing in spite of everything. Both are small disciplines that hold a life together. The shop is named for them because they're what I keep returning to.

— Dylan