The Inner Goddess Interviews

Absolutely delighted to be invited to chat with Lyn Thurman owner of Soul Path Magazine. I’ve been writing for Lyn for over a year and thoroughly  enjoyed the experience and the little bit of chats we’ve had via email, so it was great to finally have a face to face chit chat… and indulge in talking about tarot, art and comedy…

Should kids read cards?

Kids and cards
I often come across debates as to whether or not kids should be reading tarot or oracles and if so, then what sort of cards are suitable? Oh… and what about cards that have nudity in them? Is that appropriate?

Now the question of nudity… well maybe it’s just me… and admittedly yet again I’ve missed out on making the short list for Mother of the Year award… but… I kind of find that question funny… actually… that’s an understatement… I find it roll on the floor hilarious… I wonder… do people stand outside the world’s greatest Art galleries and indulge in lengthy arguments as to whether or not under 18’s should be allowed to see famous paintings as *gasp* the figures are naked!

I grew up in a household where questions where silenced and a whole atmosphere of ‘being seen and not heard ‘ reigned… and I guess that has had its effect on me… Certainly it never fails to make me laugh as I recall turning 18. Around the age of 8? 9? I asked my father the meaning of a word I’d heard at school… He visibly squirmed and through clenched teeth muttered that I should ask him when I turned 18… Long story short… I quite relished that I’d found a way to push his buttons and so by the time I turned 18… well… I had quite a list of words for him… Yeah! I gave myself a fantastic present, much to his dismay… He stared at me silently and I stared back and said… well? mmmm… until eventually he spat the words f@ck off! at me…

Yes… I was a child that delighted in the pleasure of knowing that I could make an adult squirm…

And I don’t think I’m alone in that… In fact I know I’m not… I got all the evidence I needed a few years ago, one morning in the school playground. The local childminder turned up with a posse of laughing children. The woman was beetroot red and almost close to tears. I went over and asked if she was ok? She told me that she hated the week that school covered sex education. She’d walked all the way to school with half a dozen children asking her if she a had a clitoris and what was it for and did she use it. They had been relentless in their taunting as not only  did they enjoy her embarrassment but also they enjoyed the fact that they were walking behind the postman who was finding the whole scene highly hilarious… They’d had her on the ropes good and proper!

So… what was I talking about… oh yeah… Kids and tarot… do they mix? Well… why on earth not?

How much should you tell them?

Well… my attitude to that is pretty much the same as my attitude to sex…

If they have a question… you address it… have an open discussion and pitch at their level of understanding…

What about the images?

Really? You know kids have internet access… they see lots of images… and I’m only concerned about things they try to hide or are secretive about…

What sort of cards should they use?

Again… really? Let them choose… Would you want somebody else deciding for you?

How much can they understand?

Probably a lot more than you credit them with…

A few years ago my youngest who was around 7 or 8 at the time, asked me what Tarot was…

I gave him pencil and paper and asked him to draw what he thought it was…

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Is he right? Is he wrong?

I don’t think it matters…

What I do think is important, is that it opened up a conversation for him to explore his thoughts and ideas and also allowed him some creative expression…

So… should kids read Tarot?

Decisions... decisions....

Decisions… decisions….

I know my thoughts…

What are yours?

Benefits of Borderectomies…

Every so often, I come across musings on the removal of tarot card borders and mostly they talk about how the colours pop and the visual impact… and when I found myself with two sets of the same deck recently after a string of confusions, it seemed a perfect excuse to give one the chop…

Mostly borders don’t bother me as I can mentally delete them… though every now and then there’s the odd deck where the border seems to scream louder than the images… and to me, this was one of them… Those borders were way too white for my liking… whiter than white… ultra! brite! white! like some ‘ and this is how it looks after the wash‘ garment in some cliched soap powder ad! They had to go…

Yes… that feels much better… much more to my taste… it appeals to my eye in its deliciousness that reminds me of powdery coated pastel hued Turkish delights…

But the bonus was not the aesthetic charm and pleasure that it now gave me…

No… I was far more taken with the actual process…

There is much to be said for mindless repetition… skull numbing prissiness and attention to detail… the slowing and steadying of the hand and how it tames the brain…

My head had been full of too many thoughts to rally and shepherd into action… even writing out a to do list didn’t calm them into order… Instead I blank stared and minutes then hours passed as nothing got done…

But cold metal in my hand… a rule and a sharp blade…

Hours quietly slipped by…

And when I uncurled my frozen hands… I found a wry smile spread across my face… realising that I’d somehow arranged into order my whole week to come and actually… even slotted in a couple of days off…

Now that’s a benefit to borderectomies that far out weighs the prettiness of pictures…

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Memory jogs and jigs…

The mind is a funny old place… well… when I say the mind… I mean my mind as obviously I have no idea what goes on in yours… but mine for sure is curious… curious in many ways…

And one of the really nice things I like about the work that I do, is that over the years, I’ve built up a little circle of people that I trade skills with… and whilst it’s great to read for yourself, well it’s also good to visit someone else… sometimes just to remind you how great it feels to be on the receiving end… sometimes because… hey two heads are better than one and yes, while I can sort this out on my own… I can get it done much quicker with a bit of good company…

So…  a few weeks back, I found myself swapping Reiki with a friend and as she finished she said to me… wait there… this will probably sound a bit weird but I have an overwhelming urge to give you something… Off she ran upstairs and when she returned, she handed me this…

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A promotional garland for Jagermeister… She held it up and asked me – does this mean anything to you?

No, not really I said… but I reached my hand out anyway and took it and as I held it… In my mind’s eye, this appeared…

Now this did mean something to me… It sprung up lots of business thoughts and advice to guard my money… and several other things… But I knew that that was not all of it… there was still something I needed to consider…

Well such is my life, that when I have a question hanging… the answer will come along and find me eventually in some way, shape or form… and I received a text message from a colleague – Would you like to case study for me?

Now that’s an instant YES! even without knowing what for as time spent with this lady is never time that is wasted and always it ignites my mind… But this was a double YES!! I was being offered a Shamanic journey… I  really should pay more attention to detail as I can’t recall exactly what it’s called but somewhere in there are the words – soul – retrieval- power… arrange them as you wish…

So… journeying was done and it was a rather delicious adventure though don’t ask for details and it was filled with dreamlike imagery and sensations of moving and rising and falling… yet you are perfectly still and awake…

She said to me afterwards… The Stag… There was a stag… what does it mean? Apparently you know the answer…

And again my mind filled with images… though this time from a different wood…

Oooooh! HA! I laughed!! How funny!! Bradgate Park in 1992!!! The Stag!!!

Oh my goodness… how could I ever have forgotten that?

Yes… late Summer or I’m more inclined to think early Autumn as I remember it as warm rather than hot and it had been a scorcher that year… I’m guessing it was a time around my Birthday…so late September… yes… that feels to be right… I was sat with Mr S on a patch of grass in a clearing between ferns and longer grass… and in between us sat my eldest, slightly wobbly and although confident in sitting not quite at the point of being able to crawl away even though it was clear in his eyes that the desire for movement was there…

And me and Mr S chitted and chatted… and shot the breeze… and generally lazed around…

Then a noise behind me… a munching… something I’d not heard before but knew it was the sound of some creature eating…munching creeping nearer… louder… the hairs on the back of my neck didn’t care much for it… I saw Mr S’s face and his eyes grew wide… I turned slowly and found myself staring right into a pair of dark brown eyes… eyes that were between a massive span of antlers that extended beyond my peripheral vision…

I stared… He stared… we both held our stares…

Then another noise! Loud! Shocked! Surprised! Turning the air blue with expletives as a man had just turned to corner to see what we saw and his Jack Russell yipped and yapped and ran in circles and wiggled as the man wrestled the lead and tried to stuff the pooch under his armpit as he scurried and turned and ran away…

The Stag… nostrils flared… I flared mine…

I held his gaze and in my mind I spoke to him… I told him about the story my father-in-law had read in a newspaper about a woman with a child being attacked by a lion… The headline read – Lion escaped with minor injuries…

I told that stag… stay where you are… don’t make me kick your ass…

I heard Mr S… Karen… we need to get out of here… stand up slowly… let’s pick everything up and quietly leave…

I picked up my child but never dropped my gaze and backed away slowly until the stag I guess bored of me and dropped his gaze and focused his attention nearer to the end of his nose and what was going into his mouth…

So… why had that stag reappeared… what did he want to tell me…

I guess that when you have something precious, you will stare what ever scares you right in the face and carry on to where you need to be…

I don’t know… What do you think?

I’ve got this awful habit of just making stuff up to connect the dots… maybe there was no story to be found… maybe life is just a series of random events that aren’t supposed to make sense…

Either way it’s a great adventure…

The Flip Side of The Coin…

6 of Pentacles (c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

6 of Pentacles
(c) Jordan Hoggard 2010

I’ve always been quite partial to this card and seen it as wonderfully flowing energy of give and take… and in my head, it does roll around like this…

But interesting things happen sometimes in conversations and you get a whole new view through another’s eyes…

A year or so ago… I don’t know… I don’t remember time… I forget the when, but I always remember the where and the who… I was sat with someone who was new to tarot and they were flicking through my deck…

Who are the deniers?

Pardon?

The deniers…

No… not deniers… deniers as in coins… French for coins…

No… they are deniers… They deny things…

What are they denying?

Well… you see that big parachute full of holes that they are holding… well they have both made holds in both their side and the other person’s side and they both deny they did anything and blame the other… yet the biggest holes are the ones that they made themselves in their own side…

I listened in interest and pondered on how I’d managed to raise such a cynical son… and quietly blamed his opposite view to mine as his Pisces being poles apart from my Virgo…

Yes…That’s an interesting perspective but I like my version better I said and pushed it out of mind…

Or so I thought… more accurate would be to say to the back of my mind as every so often, it does bubble up back to the surface…

Lol… it just occurs to me that the inside of my head may in fact be a lava lamp… as it morphed back the other day in yet another shape…

I looked at that card and I saw a pool table… the green baize and 6 pockets… or were they balls…

Pockets? Balls? Mmmm…. If you want to be back in the pocket rather than out of pocket then that’s something to need to work out… you gotta be careful where you sink your balls!!

I looked at those 6 of P players and I saw a couple of classy hustlers…

Not all games are played fairly or by the rules…

And sometimes it’s not so much players… as there being a player and the played…

My Pisces son’s view seems far less cynical now… I guess it’s because of the two fish that know how to swim both ways…

So… Heads up givers…

Watch out for the take and take… and don’t get taken by the sharks in the pool…