This is just an eccentric having a tea and a quiet chat with herself about tarot and book things, which, as it happens, often turns out to be universal things. Learning about tarot is rather like splashing casually into a puddle only to find yourself in a galactic ocean— one filled with stars and poems and silvery spiderwebs of connections and dreams and nuances, along with all the usual fish. It’s a stroll in the woody park only to find yourself moving into the most ancient and mysterious of forests, all alive with things seen and unseen. With fae and gremlins and moonbeams alike. And cats. Because there are always cats.

There is never an end to things to learn about yourself or the universe we all live in, and that is both a challenge and a comfort.