Well, hello. Thanks for stopping by.
I’ve wanted to start/do a blog about my relationship to witchiness, and specifically to tarot, for a couple of years now. I’ve been inspired by the proliferation of sites/channels/etc out there in the ether that are dedicated to tarot; I feel compelled to add my voice to the mix.
What better way to start than by taking a few moments to talk about the Fool and their journey?
To me, the Fool card signifies the beginning of everything, the first mad stumbles, the basis of what it is to begin to progress towards something, specifically something philosophical or spiritual, but most especially if the loftiness of the spiritual/philosophical goal isn’t readily detectible. The Fool is zero, is the nothing from which every opportunity springs. The Fool doesn’t yet know fear and so their actions aren’t yet humbled by it. The Fool loves everything, so far, they’re not shy about it and if they aren’t sure about it they want to try it, they want to stick their finger in it and see how it feels. I’ve always felt it to be a good sign to see the fool positioned at the beginning or very end of a reading, because of the fresh-start vibe (but of course, it all depends on the questions being asked.)
The Fool along with the Three of Swords and the Hermit make up what I call my “triumvirate” irt tarot. These are the three cards that have always been there for me when I’ve needed them to be, for better or worse. The imagery and symbolism connected to these cards have always called out to me. I’ve made paintings of them, drawn them. I feel that I was very clearly a Fool’s Fool when I started out, even as a young kid, and even though I went through some very tough things I was able to sort of stumble around and get thru them and stay fighting. Then later in life, the serious shit came along, and I had some Three of Swords Years. Now I feel I’m firmly planted in a Hermit phase, one that’s hard to appreciate enough to make use of it, even if I *am* trying to own my age and do what I need to do with life.
Still, I find myself coming back over and over to that Fool card, to that zero. I believe I have an urge to retackle life, a need to find new ways thru old things. I start a hundred projects, just barely. I scratch out skeletons, I scribble outlines. My wariness/weariness helped me avoid pain, for sure, but the route to what needs doing has become circuitous and sometimes just unmanageable. I need to get back my ability to stumble down hills and out of moving cars, skinning my legs along the way, because sometimes that’s just the most direct route and you need to get somewhere.
So that’s what this blog is about, pretty much. Getting back into wonder-mode. Getting myself back new and improved, if slightly worn out still. Being able to do it again, knowing what I know now. I hope that whoever finds it will also find some use in it, or some insight as I go thru the cards, and share spreads and readings.
If you’re not into it, then just disregard it as the ramblings of an old, queer, grumpy, hermit-bear, and step away from my cave.
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Anyhoodle, I hope everyone has as wonderful a Sunday night as they can, given the state of the world. I’ll be back directly to talk more.