The other day, I read this article, The Querent, about the writer’s relationship with tarot cards and fortunetelling.

I don’t believe in tarot cards or any other form of soothsaying. But I don’t deny it’s appeal. I don’t deny having had readings of various kinds done nor of having looked for meaning in them. It all sounds contradictory, I know.

A long time ago, I even bought a deck of tarot cards. A fairly “traditional” deck, the Rider Waite Tarot Deck. There’s a funny story about that. My father’s wife wanted to have an exorcism on me in order to prevent the devil from physically manifesting in the house via the cards. Those were interesting times.

The article struck my fancy because of the way the  author struggled through the cards to find some meaning and understanding. Though he clearly has a sort of belief that I lack, we both share an affection for the trappings and ideas associated with New Age bookstores (like my beloved Bodhi Tree Bookstore). Despite the fact that belief separates us, he seems to view the value of tarot cards in much the same way I do.

Ok. Soccer season has started in Europe and there’s an election coming up. Time to refocus.