I did a Tarot reading for a woman at a festival this summer that has stuck in my mind. The reading was clearly directing her to take action, and gave several good ideas on what she needed to do.
Her response in all cases was a blank stare. She had a dead end job that she didn’t like, but had no idea what other job might be more appealing. She had chosen not to go to school, though the means were there. She didn’t know what she’d study. She brightened up just a bit when talking about her happily married children. She didn’t know what she might volunteer for. She couldn’t say one thing that she actually liked.
This woman seemed damaged, not physically, not mentally, but soul damage. No emotions evident.
And yet – she lives here but had deliberately worn the opposing team’s sweatshirt to a major Cincinnati festival – a team that our town really opposes. That felt visceral to me, an inverted volcano of deep anger.
She is angry with us for not giving her what she cannot say she wants. She continues to leave me with much to ponder.