Wish Upon A Star

A card from a deck I would absolutely love to have, The Victorian Romantic Tarot

Some months ago, I signed up for the mailing list at a tarot website I frequent and every once in a while, they send me an e-mail featuring a card from the Major Arcana accompanied by an exposition of all its possible meanings, either as a standalone or depending on its position in the reading. It's uncanny how each e-mail comes at times when the implications of that card would be considered relevant at that particular point in my life. Makes me want to go back to practicing my tarot reading. It has been years since I even took my tarot deck collection out of the drawer I keep them in.

If we're talking about knowing how things really stand and what is to come, I have a feeling we all, and I mean all of us, already has the ability to discern what is really happening. Time is a shaky concept, at best. It's just easier for some to sort out the "big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff" (thank you, Dr. Who). And for people like me, we need divinatory tools like the tarot to unravel the ball.

Is it inevitable that I turn to the cards when I'm at the proverbial crossroads? Right smack on the middle of it right now. I suppose it's good that I can finally cross unviable options off my list, but the uncertainty regarding the steps I must take next is killing me. I've got half a mind to leave everything behind and retire early in a lovely flat in London. Live out the rest of my days roaming around museums, taking artsy shitty photographs, listening to world-class orchestras, catching up on my reading.