In 1976 a friend gifted me with a deck of Tarot cards along with a book and the statement, “you will be needing these…” Thus, a journey began. For a few years I studied the book she had given me. I studied the cards. I loved some of them. I feared others. I wrapped them in a special piece of silk and found a box to be their home. I carried them everywhere I traveled. And I traveled extensively in those days. I did readings for myself. I did readings for friends. We became allies, the cards and I. I wondered about my Eastern European bloodlines. Perhaps I had some Romany blood somewhere back there, back then. I remembered my mother reading tea leaves for us, for friends, when I was small. I remember her stopping. Refusing when asked, dismissing it as a ‘party game’. I remember her talking about her Grandmother who she claimed was truly a witch. I remember when she stopped saying that. As it turns out, that friend all of those years ago, was on to something. She has s...
M.Ed., Counsellor, Spiritual Mentor, Teacher, Ritualist, Facilitator of Writing Circles