Writing about life's lessons with creativity, heart and humour.
A tool that helps me tap into my intuition
Hey there, Reader
Last week I told you about my upcoming Nature's New Year program, which I think of as a grown-up Halloween. That's because before Halloween became the sugar-coated semi-holiday that it is today, many people spent October 31st and the days surrounding it honouring the end of the harvest and, in some cases, the spirits of our ancestors. It was a time to reflect on what came before in order to plan for what's to come. A worthwhile pursuit, right? (One click opt-out in bold text below if this is a no-go for you!)
One of the "rituals" that I am offering during the 7-day program is a tarot reading. Now, before you roll your eyes and picture me with my pointy hat on sitting before a crystal ball, let me tell you that for me tarot is not fortune telling. I will not predict your future.
What tarot does offer is a way to tap into your intuition for a different perspective as you reflect on where you've been and where you want to go. If you're not familiar with tarot cards, they date back to the mid-15th century (!) and are the basis for our modern day casino playing cards. The suits are slightly different now, but based on the original tarot. Super cool.
Tarot cards represent archetypes, which are universally relatable. The suits represent the four natural elements (fire, earth, air and water), while all the imagery, colours, numbers, names...everything...is symbolic. The thing about symbols is that while we collectively hold some common view about a symbol, each of us will have our own interpretation based on our lived experience and what is important to us at the time.
This is the beauty of a tarot reading and what I try to guide you towards. I will pull the cards with you in mind, outline the themes and symbols and connections, but the rest is up to your gut instincts. If you join me for Nature's New Year, I'll share your reading along with some questions to consider and some thoughts on how to allow your own intuition to tell you what you need to know.
As I've written about before, I believe there's no better time to connect with your intuition than when you're connected to your body through practices like yoga and meditation. That's why I'm bundling all of this into this brief program. Will you join me?
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Enjoy the rest of your week!
Be well,
Lisa
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Lisa Rostoks: Writer, Yoga Teacher, Maker, Forever Student
Writing about life's lessons with creativity, heart and humour.
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