For over a year my typical morning routine was getting up before the sunrise to enjoy a cup of coffee after my adorable alarm clock pawed relentlessly at my face. I relished in the silence and stillness of the morning. I felt comforted by the warm sips and aromas, and the purring of my sweet, little alarm clock lying next to me. It was my perfect way to start the day.
Last December, I started implementing Tarot readings with my relaxing routine. I want to tell you it’s because I’m a witch… but the reality is my sister and a friend, by uncoordinated happenstance, purchased birthday gifts that perfectly complemented each other. One got me a Tarot deck and the other an Oracle deck. The curious, intrigued person I am decided the universe presented them for a reason. My sisters were with me for my first reading. Despite all of us being utter noobs at the art of Tarot, my Past, Present, Future reading was eerily spot on. Further intrigued, I researched more readings, card meanings and combinations. I first looked to the Tarot for instructions but I was unwilling or unable to heed the advice – still carrying emotional baggage from last year’s lows. But after a couple of months my practicing became a tool for meditation and mindfulness. The cards are therapeutic now, so I couldn’t leave them behind in Houston. Yesterday I popped into the Mercadona I wanted to shop at on Sunday and found some pretty decent, inexpensive coffee. This morning feels like I’ve replenished some comfort I was missing since arriving. I have my cup of home brew and a daily card just sitting in quiet reflection enjoying the moment.
*Several hours later* I forgot to post this in the actual morning, but at least it’s the same day! I am a few hours shy of brewing some more of that pretty decent coffee to prepare for my early AM departure for Buñol. Any guesses what I’m up to?