My grandmother was an absolutely beautiful woman. She had flowing blonde hair, luminous blue eyes, and was always adorned in ornate gems and jewelry. As a child, my cousins and I would spend days at her house in Pinewood, Arizona. She had a dress-up box, an infinite amount of toys, a croquet set, and the most pristine grassy backyard a kid could ask to roll around on. In addition to these obvious amenities she had to offer a 6 year old, my grandmother (Alexa) was one of the most insightful and influential people in my life.
At a young age I remember her introducing me to the mysterious world of Tarot. I was fascinated by the illustrations and the ambiguity of the card meanings. Now, If you are anything like my father and you are reading this you’re probably thinking something along the lines of.. “sounds like some hocus pocus bullshit to me.” And as I got older I tended to side with him on the matter as well. I didn’t know the right questions to ask or how to interpret the complex symbolism of the cards.
I was re-introduced to Tarot just recently (thanks to my brother who sent me a beautiful deck), and I feel as though I am about to embark on a new spiritual journey. However, it is not going to be an easy path. Tarot cards serve as a facilitator for enlightenment but also force you to analyze your life and sometimes delve into some of the darker parts of the human psyche.
Having never been a religious person, this quest for a sense of spirituality is something I am truly excited about.