Where’s that from? My brain! -Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

Wow, insomnia made me go stupid.  I was on the Twitter last night, because it was either that or stare at the ceiling and try to think of all of the languages in which I can swear (four, including ASL).  And I read this thinger that said, “I challenge you to blog every day for the month of October!”, and I was all, “Challenge accepted, bitches.”  So, that happened.  But you know what?  I’m excited about my sleep-deprived what-the-hell-did-I-just-do decision.  I haven’t been as involved in the cards as I used to be, and I have a CLASS COMING UP …

Those who know, do. Those that understand, teach – Aristotle

I was looking for a quote for this little blog jobber, and I kept looking at this one.  I know the Tarot well.  I’ve been studying it for over twenty years.  It’s a passion, it’s my job, it’s a hobby, and it’s part of me.  Do I understand it, tho?  That’s what’s drawing my eye.  I think that three years ago, or even two, I would have said no.  Now, though.  Now, I do.  I understand these cards.  And I think that’s why I only started to teach this year.  Before now, it would have felt false. Now, I got …

I never teach my pupils. I only attempt to provide the conditions in which they can learn. – Albert Einstein

I had a moment last Saturday, as I was finishing up my very first ‘not at the kitchen table drinking a beer with my friends’ tarot class.  The four students whipped out some oracle cards and started teaching each other how to read them.  They were candid and engaged, and I grinned as I walked my tired ass out the door.  There was a spark of learning that grew from our conversations in the class and I was THRILLED. I started my old blog (Melissatarot) about three years ago at the request of my friend from America’s Hat (Canada), Suzanne. …

There is no prettier fall than Carnival. – Toon Hermans

I decided a long time ago that I wouldn’t dress up to give readings anymore.  I’ve been doing readings for over twenty years – I’m not a tarot monkey and I’m not gonna dance for you, right?  But then, the lovely Jennifer Adele asked if I’d be interested in talking to the Beggar’s Carnivale people about doing readings at their next event, and oh yeah, I’d need to dress like a carnival-esque fortune teller.  There was obviously only one thing to do.  I went out and bought the biggest pair of hoop earrings I could find.  Um, yes, please! A …