the women in the class last night were a fun circle of four friends, all of whom i had met at least briefly before. all of them had more than a passing acquaintance with the tarot - all of them had, to some degree, worked with the cards for many years, some even longer than i have. as they went around the table and described their experiences, i very quickly realized i had a problem.
these women weren't beginners at all.
what, i asked the Angels, could i possibly begin to teach these ladies? my heart had sunk to the level of my knees when i heard the answer - how to put it together
which, of course, is far easier said than done. in all the myriad books i've read on the tarot, its meanings and its uses, the trick of exactly how to derive meaning from the images is frequently only touched on. it's hard to get a grip on something as distinctive and elusive as individual intuition.
but Fools rush in, where wiser ones fear to tread, and so i opened my mouth and let whatever was going to come out, come out. which is exactly, when it comes right down to it, what i do when i "read" tarot cards.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.