Sunday, May 21, 2006
Workshop
I went to my first Tarot workshop this week. I was a little nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. I felt like I was going to an audition. I’m good at creating intense expectations.
So naturally, I made myself impossibly late. I left myself 15 minutes to cover 2.5 miles on foot, including the Don Valley after a big rainstorm. So the first impression I offered was “Sweat. Red. Out of breath. More sweat.” I actually wiped my hands on my pants to shake hands with the other participants, which is so attractive. Then I perched delicately on the edge of my chair and sipped ginger tea, trying to pretend rivers weren’t pouring down my face.
The workshop was more of a therapy session than I was expecting. I mean, it made sense when I went back and read the description, but in my panic to get there I hadn’t had time to imagine what that meant. Suddenly, I was picking out cards that represented the darkest moments of my past.
The teacher was lovely - warm, welcoming, with obvious experience. He put himself out there as much as any of us did (what happens in Workshop stays in Workshop). I’m sure I was an idiot, over-eager to show off my book learnin’. But he quickly navigated us ‘behind the curtain’. I was surprised by my resistance at first. I thought I was an open book. It was deep, intense, and I have never gotten more out of one card than I did that night. If I close my eyes, I can still picture every detail of every card that I chose.
I think it will make me a better reader.
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