Tarot has long been close to my heart. 

I love symbolism and secret meanings, asking deep questions, and pondering the answers. 

There is nothing innately special or spiritual about a deck of cards, but I have a fun belief that things happen for a reason, so when I pose a question to myself or to God or the Universe, Source, Higher Purpose (you get the idea) and a certain card falls out while I’m shuffling, I have a child-like excitement about what it might mean.  I pour over the details and search my heart for any associations.  I go to my stack of books on the Mysteries: tarot, numerology, mysticism, archetypes, the Bible and other sacred texts…and I sit with what jumps out at me.  I let myself marinate in it.  I sleep on it.  I journal.  I pray. 

There is always something to learn.  The cards are simply a tool for deep, introspective, personal growth. 

Integrating the lessons into my thoughts and beliefs and way of being is the juicy part.