On reading tarot for yourself, the Celtic Cross, and the fine art of putting things down. There’s an old bit of advice floating around the tarot world that you shouldn’t read for yourself. I’ve never entirely bought into that. I’ve been reading tarot since I was seventeen. That’s nearly forty years of shuffling cards, considering
Personal Essays
No Longer Palatable
I’ve spent so much of my life being things for other people. A mother, a daughter, a caretaker, a guide, a business owner. The person who holds everything together. But what I’m feeling lately is something different. I’m finding myself at 56 – and as I write this I am immediately aware that this sentence
