In the year after my trip to the ashram I lived in a garage and wandered from diner to cafe to club reading Tarot cards for five bucks. I made just enough to pay for whatever I was drinking or eating and enough to buy a book or two. I listened to my friends play music and danced daughters-of-Jah dancing with my new age sisters. Arms in the air. Birkenstocks shuffling. Hearts lifted to the sky.

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It's a great story. Tish's life was, I think, the life I wanted to be living back then, but didn't. I think I always felt I was playing at it. Am playing at it. Except that the cards seem to be talking to me in some very interesting ways, ways that I didn't expect. Or maybe I did, and that's why it took me so long to tune into them.

I'm taking it slow, trying to do it the right way, learn about it. Looking at it as an adventure.