" You do readings ?!?! "

         *Complaining, feel free to skip*   It never ever ever ceases to amaze and annoy me when people are shocked that I do Tarot card readings-and then will ask me to do one for them. Unless you started following me yesterday, I don't know how this is news to you. Not being mean, but damn. How do you miss it? Or that people will ask for a reading, but not know what they are. Not gonna do it. Or "You forgot to do my reading!" , did you remind me on the day I told you to? You were busy and forgot? Me too. Know what your asking me to do, don't insult me by basically saying you don't pay enough attention to me to know a huge part of my life, and don't act like I had nothing else to do that day but your reading. Last thing, I interpret the cards to the best of my ability, it is up to you to figure out where that plays into your life. If you don't see the reading playing out in your life yet, either it's going to happen in the future or the cards just didn't want me to see shit for you. Sorry bout it, I never claimed to be all knowing. Please, feel free to ask me for readings. Remind me on the day I tell you, be prepared with what you want me to look into for you, and use your own brain to figure out possible meanings after I give you the interpretations. *End Rant* 


I got my first deck of tarot cards with money from my 11th birthday. It came in a cute pink box that had "teen kit" on the front of it, with a small guide book, and a thin bag to keep my deck in. My mom didn't care because "oh, it's just a game to her" so I did readings all the time. My very first successful, almost scary, reading was one I did on my aunt's front porch. I told her that she was going to have dental problems. Not 3 minutes later she chipped a tooth on a piece of hard candy. Coincidence? Maybe, but I don't believe in them. I've spoke before though about the guilt I had due to my beliefs because I live in the bible belt and at that time I still called myself a Christian. So every few months I would be overwhelmed with guilt and hide my precious cards away, praying for forgiveness. This went on for about a year and a half. I then threw them away. You heard me-I threw my cards away. I'm literally pink from embarrassment at admitting that. But I did. I had just come back from a church youth group trip and I was all revved up with, what I then would've called the holy spirit, and I threw them away.

In the years that followed I regretted on multiple occasions throwing my cards away. I wished that I could take it back, but I couldn't. After I moved in with my husband I bought a deck of "Angel Cards" and took them to work with me, doing readings for coworkers. People laughed and looked at me funny, but I began to choose a card before every phone call I placed and I could tell if I would be making money from that client. I was falling in love all over again. So when I convinced my then, terrified of all things supernatural fiance, that I wouldn't bring any bad "ju ju" into the house, he consented to me getting another tarot deck. I then gifted my angel deck to @TheSpoiledWife .

Tarot cards are what started my journey into my faith. They set me onto a path of enlightenment that has given me so much joy. My husband, once afraid of what he didn't know, has allowed me to do a few readings for him ( I don't do many because he is a skeptic) and I even invited him to sit in on my Imbolc circle last year. I am able to share my faith with him fully, and nothing I do surprises him anymore, haha. He knows he could walk in the house to find me in the floor with open books all around me on spiritual topics, doing kitchen magick, readings cards, or holding a one person drum circle. He knows this is who I am and he loves me for it. Tarot cards made me into the Witchy Wife I am today.