I was always interested in spiritual things. I was active in my church from childhood and sang in the choir. I felt connected to a Higher Power when I sang or played music of any kind. I became interested in Native American spirituality, being one with Nature, because my father, also my Sunday School teacher, was an active Boy Scout leader and loved trees. He taught me about the connection of Nature and God. Not out loud, mind you. It was in the peace of walking through a forest or watching the sun rise or set over the Missouri River that convinced me of the power in the Universe alive in each and every living thing on the planet...stones, clouds, stars at night, grass beneath my feet, deer, squirrels, birds. All were part of the whole. As I left home and explored the outer world, I came in contact with people of different faiths, Muslim, Jew, Ba'Hai', Buddhist, Shinto. And I learned they all taught love justice and truth. I explored for myself in different denominations. And then I saw my first tarot deck. It was as if a light bulb went off. I had a reading, out of curiosity, and the reader told me I saw more symbols and meanings then she did. In fact, the first card she turned was like someone started a movie in my head. I was hooked. But the cards were kings and queens and knights on horses with swords and pentacles. That was not what my movie showed me. The search was on for MY deck.
Next week I will share my journey to finding that deck, which I still use today, thirty years later!