Okay, maybe I lost count or added a year or two, but right now I feel I can safely say Tarot has been a part of nearly half my life.
If not for when I first read for someone, then the first time I was read to.
If not for the first deck I bought for myself, then for my late Grandfather's Lenormand deck my Mom gifted to me when I first showed interest.
Or the beautiful Steampunk Tarot deck (pictured above!!) that she bought for me, but assured me I shouldn't see it as her buying it but my own intent being manifested to gift it to me.
I still use that very same deck to this day.
I've read for a lot of people over the years, interestingly much more than I've read for myself. I never quite got to open up shop in a medieval fair or become the personal tarot reader of the local noble, but the experiences have been irreplaceable.
The stares of disbelief when reading to a classmate who didn't initially believe in tarot readings.
The expression someone gives you when the reading tells them something they've been desperately wanting to hear.
The expression someone gives you when the reading tells them something they already knew deep inside.
And my personal favorite:
When someone messages you months after you gave them a reading to say everything you told them had come to fruition.
It's been a long journey, and I hope I'll still be around to recount it the next ten years from now.
If you want to help out in me sticking around, you could commission me for a reading at my
Any kind of support goes a long way. Maybe I'll never be the Princess' personal Tarot Reader with my own wing in the Royal Palace, but if I'm ever able to pay the bills and live-off from my own readings, I'll take that too.
