My mother, atheist activist extraordinaire, passed away two years ago. Almost a year after her death, we were on lockdown due to the pandemic. Was it COVID-19 or was it freedom from my mom's judgment that got me on the path I am in? Probably the freedom one. COVID-19 got me baking bread, but after being committed for a few months, I have not made bread in a while.
I also have not been working on my quilting much lately, but that is because my sewing room turned into the overflow room when we did the home improvement projects last year. It's hard to move in there lately.
In the 1990's my significant other was into alternative spirituality. Through his mom I learned about Tarot cards. I even bought a couple of decks, but never really learned to read the cards. By the end of the decade I had a child and a broken marriage. The year 2000 brought the promise of a new beginning, a total Ace of Wands moment (though I had no clue it was such at the time). I crossed over water and moved to Texas, leaving behind my Tarot decks.
Twenty years later, in early 2020 I purchased new copies of the same two decks, and resolved to try to learn how to read the cards. Of the two decks, one continues to be my favorite; the other one is more a memento. I have gotten several more decks since then, along with books and online classes. I use it as a way to understand my path and what do I need to work on.
