‘What is spirituality to you?’
Last fall, a woman in Taylor hired me to do a tarot party with her friends at a house party she planned for this weekend.
These ladies go way back to the cheerleading days of high school. Half of them are related by marriage, and another half of them weren’t so sure about this tarot business.
She told me that our brief encounter this summer — when I met her at her small retail store — left her with a feeling she couldn’t shake: “I need to bring Addie back to Taylor and share this with my friends.”
So she created this party and invited them over.
Many of them had never touched tarot cards before. Some of them said they were just going to watch, which is always totally fine.
We gathered around the island in her kitchen, and I started to give them a feel for the cards, explaining a general overview. Cups, relationships. Swords, thinking. Wands, our Work. Coins, our Wealth. This is the hero’s journey, Major Arcana, etc.
I mentioned, almost in passing, that tarot is a spiritual practice for me, and one of the guests asked, “What is spirituality to you?”
I hadn’t been asked this question so directly, possibly ever. And it caused a tingle up my spine.
“Belonging and connection,” came out of my mouth.
I didn’t mention “God” or “Higher Power” or “faith,” because in my tarot practice, I try to create a space where even folks who are agnostic can benefit from the questions that the cards inspire.
But belonging and connection as the definition of spirituality? I don’t know if I’d ever thought about that so clearly as in that minute.
I was amazed at the experience that unfolded from that moment on.
We headed outside to this beautiful table covered in flowers and candles that the host had set up for us. (See top photo. So beautiful!)
I asked if anyone wanted a reading, and the first querent stepped up. For all I knew, she might be the only person to get a reading, and I’d be headed back to Austin in an hour.
But as we talked about the cards and she shared about what my reading of the cards made her think about, her friends started to chime in. They were making the connection between the cards that their friend pulled and what they already knew about her.
As she revealed more, the circle came alive with intense recognition, one of the sweetest forms of love.
After her, I pulled cards for another guest. And then another. Before I knew it, three hours had passed and *all nine of them* asked for individual readings.
Each spread sparked a stunningly vulnerable and honest conversation among these women, most of whom have known each other for decades.
Every single one of us cried.
Thanks to these cards and this practice and the Magician’s talents that God gave me, these friends had an extraordinary bonding session and conversation that they wouldn’t have had without the sacred medicine that these cards offer.
This is the stuff of my dreams.
Two days later, I’m still buzzing from it.
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