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Can I ask you something, dear Reader?
What draws you to tarot?
Do you read them, for friends, for yourself?
How did you come across them?
For me, I was 16 going on 17 - not that I'm trying to refer to the Sound of Music, but that tune is now going around my head! But I digress, sorry...
I was going through a rather turbulent time. Facing up to things that had happened when I was child and looking for all sorts of things to comfort me and find solace in.
If you've not been to the UK, you might not have heard of the book store Chain, Waterstone's, it's similar to Borders, with Borders being far superior. Back then, the Waterstone's store here in Newbury had a much bigger section on Mind, Body and Spirit. I was looking into all sorts of things, wicca being my main influence.
One day, tho, I was browsing through the section, delaying my return home from College (at 16, we don't have to remain at high school, it can end for us then, but most choose one of the various educational formats and finish at 18, like I did), when I found myself kneeling on the floor, going through all of the different decks they had on offer.
I didn't know why I had to be there, on that day, but that whole week I'd been trying to get into that store and spend some time there... Then there they were... Surrounded by other types of tarot decks, angel decks, oracle... The Rider/Waite deck were there and I just knew as I held them in their box, reading the back.
I knew they were for me. Waiting. Mine. They were familiar, but not easily recognised to me, not their meanings at least, when I took them home that day.
I remember sneaking them in, up to my room. Unwrappping them box and taking them out. I knew their weight in my hands. Like an old friend. I bought a book to go with them, believing that you can learn anything from a book. What can I say? I was still learning from books at that time, it was sound logic to me at 16.
And as I went through the deck, looking at every picture, the brief description in the mini guide that came with them and the book, trying to learn it all at once... I didn't fear, I was comforted by them. Some part of me felt at home with them, at peace.
That restless tension I had felt right up until I held them in my hand melted away.
I have been fascinated ever since.
I love how I can at look at the same card every day and see something new for every client. The pictures are always fresh and wonderful, revealing.
There are days where I still can't leave home without them, that I have to dash back inside and get them, knowing that I'm going to need them that day. Other days, when I ignore that instinct, I have a Homer moment and go: "D'oh!" because I should have picked them up that morning.
Do you feel like that? Or do you enjoy being on the receiving end, having your cards read? Learning from them all you can gleam? :)
Until next time, dear Reader...
Jewel :) x

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