The Wild Hunt (https://wildhunt.org/tag/tarot)
Pride Month has always felt bittersweet to me until now. I was jealous to the bone of those who could speak freely about their identities. I had to conceal mine, edit my words, make sure that I wouldn’t let it slip out. I was a watered-down version of myself.
It’s been a long time since I got my hands on a new tarot deck, and I couldn’t have picked one better than this one. It is a mix of surrealism, classical symbology, and gothic charm. The Incubus Tarot, by Davide Furnò and Charles Harrington, was love at first spread.
Death is a disintegration of the old in favor of the true. Who are we, what are we, where are we, why are we, and how are we in this lifetime? We can ask the same of our ancestors and ancients, just as our children and descendants will ask the same of us.
The magic that I do has the same grit-teeth determination as any other chore. I need to wash the dishes. I need to take out the trash. I need to light a candle and tell Hermes that I am afraid. I need to tell the Puck I love him. But the baby is coming in a month and a half.
What surprises me is that I have this many decks. Somehow tarot has still worked its way into the fabric of my Witchcraft, and I can’t deny how much value these decks have brought to my magickal life – whether as tools, as sources of inspiration, or as objects I have infused with sentimental power.