While this deck may look cute and endearing, my readings with it so far have packed a punch. Take today's cards: Garden, Clover, Whips.
These could be read a number of ways, for instance:
Little happiness on a date when arguments break out.
Feeling lucky at a party when the dancing starts.
A happy facade hides abuse.
Luck in a public setting depends on repetition.
The last, while perhaps most unclear, is the one that smacked me in the face as soon as I turned these cards over. I've been worrying for a while about my workshop at the UK Tarot Conference on 11th October. Just a couple of days ago I was chatting with Alison Cross of This Game of Thrones, who will also be speaking there, and determined that she won't be there for my presentation (though at least I'll get to catch up with her and hear her talk). This reminded me that, talking just after lunch on Friday, my slot isn't likely to be particularly well attended. However, when Alison asked if I'd been promoting it, I had to admit that I haven't.
Though I thought about the subject a lot back in the spring, in between times I've been totally focused on getting the Celtic Lenormand handed over to US Games, and then with Big Boy's operation and now our potential house move.
These cards remind me that luck is what we make it. So, I'd better get blogging, tweeting and making the most of other social networks if I want to remind people that this workshop would be worth attending.
I am grateful for a Lenormand kick up the proverbial.