The World

A year ago she pulled my first tarot cards.

I was in Seattle for work. Finished the trip with a visit to my cousin & his girlfriend’s place. I’d spent the week in a swanky hotel in the heart of the tech boom. My cousin lived in Capitol Hill. In a novel from another time they were beatniks. Refreshing after the breakneck speed I was coming from.

After guacamole & rum tiki drinks around town, she did my first tarot reading. There was a line of them, a reason for each. I only remember the last — The World. It represents a milestone coming full circle. A goal accomplished. An ending making room for a beginning.

That tech boom event in Seattle was my last. Flew home by the light of the Harvest moon, closer than I’ve ever been to Her. I was pregnant soon after.

Do I believe in the cards? Oh, I don’t know.
But I believe in that moment.