I was about to give up on the “Wednesdays will be my new blog post day” idea when I thought I had nothing to write about. I shuffled and pulled a card on this issue. The Queen of Swords impassively stared back at me. I know, I know. She doesn’t need to say anything. She says it all with one look: “Get over yourself, you wench, and just blog. The words will come.” Okay, I’m blogging. You don’t mess with the Queen of Swords.
Today on twitter the tweets were aflame with my fellow tarot readers’ admissions of tarot deck addiction. It seemed the more decks we accumulate, the more we want (and I’m most certainly not immune). The newest, the latest, the prettiest, the edgiest. But no matter how you dress it up, the cards will still say what they want to say. For example, you can dress up the Queen of Swords, but no matter what, she’ll still kinda be a bitch. (It’s okay I’m saying this; she knows damn well what she is.)
The problem with tarot deck addiction is that if you have too many decks, it’s really hard to build a rapport with any one of them. It’s the “spreading yourself too thin” syndrome. The cards speak to me. Each deck has its own language of symbols. With each new deck, it is a new system of symbols to learn. Yes, the symbols are usually the same from deck to deck (rarely is the High Priestess unrecognizable, no matter what deck you’re looking at), but with artistic license comes additional symbols specific to that deck alone. I’m only talking about the people that build up a collection of decks that they read with. There are some people I know that simply collect decks for the art alone, and have never read with them. “Spreading yourself too thin” syndrome does not apply to collectors.
I admit, I have the attention span of a ferret sometimes. Pretty and shiny and new decks are like a siren call to me. But now that I think about it, it’s probably best that I stick with the collection that I have for now, and not drive myself crazy with amassing decks.
She says with three new decks in her possession…