May 25, 2015
My relationship with Tarot has waxed and waned for two and a half years now. I still feel as though I am just starting to untangle its meaning and relevance for me – I have a long way to go before I fully understand and appreciate what it will be for me in my life.
But in many ways, Tarot saved me. It instilled an excitement in me that I hadn’t felt for years and years. It opened itself up to me like a flower, spreading one petal of gentle encouragement and hard-hitting truth to me at a time.
In the last few months, my relationship with Tarot has become somewhat skewed, and it has taken somewhat of a backseat. Because the certainty I was hunting for in its folds has become shaken up in my life. When I first started reading Tarot I was looking for The Truth, The Way, my True Self. I was looking for solid answers.
Today, I find myself in a place of uncertainty. I am unsure if I really believe in the infallibility of intuition. I am unsure if my old map of the psyche makes any sense. I am unsure if there really is any one right way, any one truth, any single story that is the right one and the best.
But I will turn to the cards to help me figure this out. Perhaps they will lead me towards a slightly different way of reading them, a slightly different way of understanding the world and the choices I make in it. Or perhaps they will lead me back where I started.
Either way, I am eager to keep on journeying.