My Journey into the Mystical World of Tarot
My name is Mary Lou, and my journey into the mystical world of tarot started in a place as steeped in mystery and allure as the cards themselves—an ancient attic in my grandmother’s old house in Maine. This attic, a sprawling space filled with whispers from the past, was cluttered with relics and trunks, each holding secrets of bygone eras. It was here, among these treasures, that my hands first touched an ornate Tarot deck. The cards were beautifully illustrated, each image a complex tapestry of symbols and figures, seemingly alive and vibrating with ancient wisdom. As a child, my imagination knew no bounds, and these cards were like keys unlocking doors to magical realms. I spent countless hours on that dusty attic floor, poring over the cards, lost in the legends and mysteries they portrayed.
