In the last few weeks I’ve had a strange urge to seek out a tarot reading. Tarot has never been my favorite medium because I find it complicated. Runes and medicine cards are more dependably simple, as All answers should be.
In my rush towards the future, I’ve passed places offering satisfaction to my wondering mind, the neon catching my gaze as it flashed by. Time has just not presented the right Now to indulge my desires.
Then the other day I was given a box of tarot cards out of the Blue. The Universe is persistent. The stack is charmingly vintage, circa 1965, labeled Zolar’s Astrological Tarot Game. Well it is all just a game we play, isn’t it. Everyone wins, even when the prize is Experience.
Not knowing how to read my gift, or even sure I was playing with a full deck, I chose one, blind to all but my third eye observing a parade of thoughts I’ve whispered to the stars.