I’ve been doing readings for a couple of my friends over the past few weeks, and they’ve all turned out surprisingly well. Accurate, helpful, and fun for the querent. I had a bunch had those amazing “aha!!” moments we wait for as readers, where JUST the right card combinations come up to give us a very clear instinct. Maybe these are those “psychic” moments people talk about so often?
Tarot is a lovely system for giving clarity. But sometimes, the cards make you work a little harder. Not every reading can be those happy, easy ones where the cards are practically TELLING you what to say. Sometimes, you get a reading where things just make you go:
My name’s J.J. and I have been reading Tarot for about a year. Not professionally, but for friends, acquaintances, anyone who’s been interested in/willing to have a reading done. I’m not very “out” with my Tarot reading for a lot of reasons:
- I was raised in a liberal, hyper-intellectual family where admitting you were spiritual was close to admitting you voted for McCain.
- I don’t really have any “Tarot” friends. My social networks are way more interested in Bioshock, Shakespeare, Rachel Maddow and 30 Rock. (I’m into all those things too, to be fair to those earth-bound troglodytes I call my friends.)
- I’m a writer and a stand up comedian. Aaand maybe I missed the crystals episode of the Sarah Silverman show, but being a Tarot Reading sitcom writer doesn’t strike me as a particularly regular occurrence.
But ever since my sister bought me a Tarot deck last July, I have been over the moon in love with Tarot, and honestly find so much guidance/relaxation in my readings. I have a Tarot journal, I’ve really started to have my own relationship with my deck and my cards – it’s an awesome feeling.
Maybe I’m just afraid to ruin my “funny, quirky girl at the party” image with my kooky-new age side. (And yeah, I just called myself funny – I’m also a self-indulgent Tarot Reading Asshole, apparently.) So I’m starting this blog to help me discover myself as a Tarot Reader/Tarot Enthusiast and hopefully talk Tarot with a bunch of other kooky new age peeps.
(I swear I’m not actually an asshole, please talk to me.)
Oooo I’m so kooky! (Or maybe this is just a drunk picture from college.)