The Fool's journey
I’ve been living in the world of Tarot for seven months now—reading, writing, drawing, dreaming it. By now, I speak the language of symbols fluently; communication with the cards flows, even if I don’t always like what they say. Every Tarot book advises clearing your mind before a reading and suggests receiving the messages with a neutral attitude. And yet, I keep shoving the unwanted cards back into the deck, as if that could change anything. All I’m doing is postponing the pain by trying to avoid the inevitable. Life has all the time in the world to teach—but mine is limited. The reward of self-deception is that I get to start over from the starting line again. Always. Spring nights radiate hope, even here in the Netherlands. The Fool, after a sleepless night, started her journey at dawn again. I’ve lost count of how many times now. She still avoids the beaten path, though she steps forward with less and less optimism and childlike purity. It’s confirmed: the Major Arcana is not a si...
