revisiting tarot

For all my interest in the strange and unusual, I don’t have much experience with it. I’ve never been “intuitive” or “empathetic” or whatever else people call Colin Wilson’s Faculty X.  I’ve never seen or experienced anything I can’t explain.

So what am I doing with all these tarot cards?

a spread of tarot cards in bright primary colors. The most visible card is The Emperor, featuring a king wearing purple with a crown on a blue background
I’m currently using my Tarot of the Witches deck, a gift from my mother. They’re small and slick enough to shuffle easily.

My parents got me my first deck as a birthday gift when I was in high school, a classic Rider Waite deck (which ought to be called the Rider-Waite-Smith deck). I suspect they had my grandmother’s help, she of the “Fate” magazine subscription with their eclectic back-page classifieds. Where else would one find such things before the internet put everything a only click away?

I was fascinated, in large part by the artwork. The Rider Waite might look a bit flat compared to some of the glossier decks out there (Dali, David Bowie, Dave McKean)* but the outlines are clear, the symbols easy to see. Still, I love variations on a theme so I’ve accumulated a couple more decks over the years.

I never tried to use them for divination, not seriously. Sure, I tried to memorize the meanings and learned a layout or two. But I don’t think I ever believed any of my results. Nothing ever seemed to pan out, even though the meanings were broad enough to interpret however I wanted.

But tarot are good for other things – specifically, shaking up the creative impulse.

Author and tarot designer Kris Waldherr‘s session at the Historical Novel Society conference was a compressed version of her extended tarot workshops, and the first time I’ve seen tarot presented as a tool for accessing and activating creativity. Cards can be used as inspiration, as story-structuring (the Major Arcana itself is a story cycle of major archetypes), casting character readings, and more.

But what I’ve found most useful is that the cards jog my right brain. The flexibility of interpretation invites me to make things up about any given card’s meaning or imagery. The symbols get me out of my plodding, linear thinking. Sometimes just looking at the artwork instead of words rests my mind long enough for something to float to the surface.

Asking them questions is useful as well. Never good for a simple “yes” or “no”, layouts help me get at ideas and answers that I already knew but couldn’t quite articulate.

So I view tarot as a less of an oracle** that works in mysterious ways and more as a tool to get at my subconscious.

Much as I love the pretty decks, I’ve found a version of the Rider Waite with meanings printed on the card so I don’t have to break off and look them up!

*Links to specific decks don’t imply endorsement, just personal interest.

**Fun fact: all tarot are oracle cards, but not all oracle cards are tarot. I found a John Dee oracle a while back that I ought to give another look, but one thing at a time.

 

mixed emotions

Tomorrow HNS2021 starts and I wish I were more excited than I am.

I type this from my home office – the same office from which I’ve been working from home for the past year and a half. So while I have the week off the day job, there’s not much change in my routine. Indeed, I still have domestic obligations that aren’t going away just because I’m on (sort of) vacation.

I’ve made shamefully little progress in my writing, due to…well, everything. It’s been a crap year. I’ve even neglected my blog because I’ve simply not had much to talk about. “Be forgiving of yourself”, yes, but I go into this conference in about the same place as I did back in 2019—except without not even an active blog presence to point to.

My first HNS was back in 2015. Back then I was excited about the conference and the people and the classes and the first feedback on my first draft of The Book!!! This year (my fourth conference, Christ, my fourth!) I just want to be done with the latest draft of The Book so I can start querying it again and move on to the next thing.

More than anything else I want to get excited about the Next Thing. The muse isn’t gone, and I still sit down to Scrivener every morning in case it shows up. I’ve got a couple of vague notions (and one short story I’m actually eager to polish) but that feeling of being so seized by an idea that I can think of nothing else eludes me.

I’m in a ditch. I know I can dig out. It’s taking a hell of an effort though, and I’m an impatient person.

Over the next few months I am going to try and resurrect this blog though. If you have any ideas of what a (still relatively isolated and housebound) writer might blather about I am all ears.*

*Contrary to perceptions my comments are not closed – they’re just closed after 3 weeks and I’ve not written a blog post in 3 months.

flat

It’s been a rough couple of weeks.

To make a very long story short, someone in my family had a health emergency so I’ve been out of town to help out. It’s been both exhausting and not: the waiting for test results, the not knowing, and the worrying was tiring, but with no ability to plan beyond the next hospital visit I fell into a very simple schedule of just doing what needed to be done. Living very much in the moment, though it was a harsh moment.

Though the crisis is past, [crossing fingers, toes, and everything else in the hopes that this stays true] I’m left mentally and emotionally deflated.  I’ve not written, really – maybe a bit of pecking on the short story. The last thing I did before all of this was submit to Pitchwars and while I look forward to learning whether I’m selected or not it’s not as huge a concern as my family member’s health.

So I’m catching up on craft reading. Just completed Take Off Your Pants and am proceeding to…not sure yet. Maybe this blog series about the MICE quotient? ‘Cos I can still train my brain even if my creativity is  in the basement and digging.