I am a bad tarot reader. I promised a friend that I would do an online reading for her, as a favor, because she needs guidance. She got me late Saturday evening, and naturally the way my weekends go, here it is Monday night, and I still haven't gotten to it. Mehhhhh. It's like five questions, and I'm an asshole for not doing it first thing this morning, which really was my first chance. I hate making promises, then being all silly about fulfilling them. I should go do. Maybe I'll trot out the Sacred Rose, I love that deck, it's always refreshing, and haven't looked at it in awhile.
I've been trying to reason through why I've laid tarot aside, for a bit. I burned myself out with Shoesday, for starters, I didn't think so at the time, but it was a lot. A lot of lots of reading. I've had a string of iffy or maybe even totally wrong readings, and I was starting to second guess myself. That's a big one. I've been resorting to old standby comfort decks, and they seem to say the same thing, over and over, and I could hear it in my own readings, that I was feeling cliched. Sometimes, when that happens, the best thing is to just take a break. Feels a little like getting a bit tired of a loved one. "I love you, but leave me alone for awhile, I'd like to be at peace with my thoughts, and not hear your opinion about everything." I have to concientously put aside the easy old favorites, like Robin Wood and Druidcraft, they're just too...easy, and I need challenging fresh stuff to work with. Deviant Moon has been in my purse still (since I got it) and for fast one card casual stuff, which I still do occasionally, it's been a blessing. It's time to shake things up, and make DM my "comfort" deck.
In other news, my super awesome custom made elk hide-cougar fang-lots of fringe and beadwork bag finally got shipped, and it's die to be here soon. Only been waiting it for a year and a month. The woman doing it is an artist, she's wonderfully sweet, and in ill health, so I permitted her to move me to the bottom of a long list of people waiting on custom stuff. Mine was the last custom piece she made (and probably will ever) and she said she took an especially long time doing it, because she wanted to make it special. She wove magic into it, said she imbued it with all the good faith and good fortune she could muster, and she's including some other goodies. It took awhile to get all the materials, and I paid a fortune for just the materials alone (she submitted an itemized invoice of what it all cost her, then tacked on a mere $50 for her labor...). I cannot wait. I'll be reading on Thursdays at Aders, and I would love to have this bag proudly displayed, and containing my livelihood. It's already approaching totemic importance for me, and it's not even here.
Time to get my ass in gear, I suppose.
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