I am on a continual journey.
I often feel like I am the Fool
from within my deck of Tarot cards.
I am standing at a precipice
looking around me at the world,
not as I knew it, but as I know it now.
I’ve been on this journey for years’ now
and have met many obstacles.
There have been times when
I wanted so badly to give up,
when the Swords showed their edge
and drew blood. But Swords are two-sided,
so that at other times, they helped me
to rebuild the Tower that had fallen to the ground.
When I started to get better and believe
in my own magic, in what I could create
and the strength of my spirit,
it was the Wands who were my guides,
lighting the fire inside of me
so that it burned bright and strong for all to see.
They urged me to create, to live, to dance.
I did not have to do this journey alone.
My Cups overflowed with people
that I met along the way or that I already knew,
some who would lead me towards my Strength,
like the Empress or the Princess of Pentacles.
Yet there were those who would want me to be
the Hanged Man like the Devil who wanted
to keep me down. Still I ventured onward,
the ground littered with Pentacles that
shone like the Sun brought to land.
Yet it wasn’t riches that I desired
but a rich life. At one point on my journey,
I looked up into the sky and saw
The Star shining so brightly.
It had been there all along, guiding me
towards my future. If I had given in,
I would not have the life I have now.
In a way, Death did come to me,
giving me an ending to something
I could no longer tolerate and
a new beginning to something new,
something wonderful. I stared up at the sky,
the seventy-eight cards fluttering
past my vision, each of them a portal
or a window so that I could look inside of myself,
see every step I had taken, the cards like
stepping stones in the darkness across the sky.
As I watched the Star burned even brighter,
shining down upon me. I knew that my journey
was not over, but I was not alone.
I would continue, for this is my journey
and I will take it one card at a time.