In about two weeks the festival of Imbolc is due. It is a celebration of the coming of Spring. In this festival the central goddess is the Celtic Brigit (at least in my tradition). Among other things, she is the goddess of divination. So, Brigit really is our goddess and Imbolc our festival: anticipating and divining how the harvest will be, what has to be stirred up now in the ground, or what has to be let in peace, and what needs watering. Honouring Brigit, and preparing for the festival of Imbolc I look back at the roots of my life with tarot by reading with my first deck.
My life with tarot in fact did not start with a deck, but with a book. It was Tarot for Yourself by Mary Greer that made me enthusiast about the tarot. She recommended to start with the RWS deck, because it easy to read. I was stubborn; I had to have a feminist deck. Thus my first deck was a feminist one, it was the Motherpeace tarot. Looking back I wondered, what has drawn me to tarot? This is the question I have asked the tarot today.
At the moment I began learning the tarot I was not long ago diagnosed with RSI (hurting hands and arms caused by typing too much) and my daughter -whom I loved very much- was still a baby. I remember that I liked doing the exercises in Tarot for Yourself and that liked getting to know the cards and the structure of the deck.
The card that I have drawn, Eight of Discs (the equivalent of Eight of Pentacles in the RWS), reflects that. The people on that card are working and learning something, weaving, for example. I wanted to learn something new, a new skill, and I wanted to become inspired again by something other than my Ph.D thesis on which I could not work.
Tarot would become a way of weaving my life back together again. Something I did not know back then.