On Thursday afternoon I stepped out of character for an hour and had my Tarot cards read by Susan Levitt. Susan has written several books on the Tarot, astrology and Feng Shui. In the early 1980’s I attended her workshops at the now defunct Two Sisters Bookshop, across from Stanford Park Hotel. In fact, for a time I dabbled in card reading myself. But I could never get past thinking, “Seriously. You’re telling me that the card I pull from the deck is my destiny?”
The answer to that, of course, is, “No.” Maybe a card reading can offer some counsel, or maybe act as a guide. Maybe it can gently usher someone toward the right path. But rather than predicting the future, perhaps a card reading simply offers an interesting look at current conditions and how conditions might change based on the choices we make.
I chose to talk to Susan because I wanted confirmation. Reassurance. Proof. Oh, let’s face it. I wanted answers. In the end, I did not hear what I wanted to hear. But I was given plenty to think about.
So today I’m asking myself: what is the difference between believing in the power of a deck of cards and the power of what most folks call God? Because I don’t know that I believe in cards, but I do believe that there is an Energy in the Universe that is bigger than me. I have Faith. I believe in pre-determined Fate. And I know there’s a strong chance I’ve screwed up what was meant to be my Fate with a little bit of errant Free Will.
Quite often I find myself wondering what life would have been like had I not gone to Ireland. In 1994, the year I left for my decade long Odyssey, I was a sullen woman consumed by envy. I wanted what everyone around me seemed to have: Love and connection. Success. Family. A home. I believed if I moved away from what fed my envy, I would find the life I craved.
It didn’t quite work out that way.
Part Two: Hanged Men, Magicians and Learning to Yield to the Situation (no, not THAT Situation!)