Lately Ive been feeling adrift. Tossed by many currents and tides pushing and pulling me every direction, until my head swims and I cant find up from down and left from right.
When I get lost, I turn to my cards. Tarot was something I discovered and studied long before picking up a Witchcraft text. My first deck is well worn, well loved, well used. They have a comforting energy to them, like a dear friend pulling out a chair, and fixing a hot cup of tea for you while they listen to your troubles. The trouble comes in when I fail to listen to their warm advice. Each deck has a separate personality, a shifting palpable thrum under my hands. A couple of the decks I own are sharper, more dissonant and brash, better for those moments when I, or a client needs a short sharp shock to get us treading water.
But too often I rely on a lightning bolt to jar me out of my drifting, never trusting that the waves are getting me to my destination in their own time. In the Gods time. No answer is another kind of answer. When all of the cards are staring over their shoulder, perhaps its a message to stop dwelling on what was.
So here I drift, slowly but surely heading towards the shore I am meant to reach, no sooner and no later. But this too is a blessing.