Happy new year my friends!
It has been awhile since my last post.
March 2016 was when I last posted here, if you recall.
Almost two years ago.
A shift occurred, after that. As it is the case in my life, shifting alone can take awhile. In this case, almost two years. Here I am, finally coming out of that "shift". Ready for a new phase, that has been waiting for me all along.
I came to tarot only less than four years ago. When reading for
one self had became common practice, when tarot was abundantly available in a dizzying
variety, when personal development, meditation, self reflection, inspiration
seeking, insight seeking, and other more "psychological" approaches had became more common practice.
Within this context I learned to "read
tarot" not from a book, or books, but by going through multiple decks, cross
referencing cards and handbooks. By seeing the world within the confine of the seventy eight archetypes through so many pairs of eyes, so many personal stories.
From that environment, I grew to see each deck, as a a whole universe, as seen in the mind of another, through the mind of another. Decks of cards became an accumulation of wisdom from strangers.
Every deck, seventy eight topics of conversation. Between myself, and others.
I grew to love the cards as more than just a tool. But as a set of personal poetry, a set of visual biographies, a set of stories. Onto which my own universe upon universe are reflected back at me...
I have always separated my spirituality from my working with these images. I have always maintain a strict boundary of only engaging with these images emotionally.
However, through those, through myself, and others, our stories, our grieves, our triumphs, our rottenness, and our glory, I slowly, but surely, began to see God again.
So here I am. Where do I go from here.
When I figure that out, I will let you know :)
