Still on the Shelf: Tarot For Yourself, by Mary K. Greer

This is another of my Still on the Shelf series, where I’ll tell you, book by blessed book, why I periodically run a dust rag across them, pull them off the shelf, and open them up to read.

A lifetime of reading has left me with a sizable number of books. Throughout the years I have donated them for tax deductions and traded them for credit by the carload. But for all the trimming and weeding my collection has undergone these past decades, the ones remaining on the shelves are there for a reason: they’ve withstood the tests of time. Although I’m more inclined to pick up my Kindle these days, there are still plenty of books on my shelves, and Tarot For Yourself is one of them.

Tarot For Yourself: A Workbook For Personal Transformation1564145883-2
by Mary K. Greer
Newcastle Publishing Company, 1984
253 pages, bibliography

I am by no means an expert at tarot. I dabble in it. Or should I say I dabble at dabbling in it. This book is for dabblers as well as serious tarot enthusiasts.

I knew absolutely nothing about reading tarot cards when I began, but I knew I wanted a deck or two. I chose a couple of decks that moved in my hands, and off I went. The thought of interpreting cards overwhelmed me — because what in the world did all those things mean on those cards! I learned that the tarot can be interpreted on a number of levels, which only overwhelmed me further. I also learned that some people can tap their psychic reservoirs through the cards, and I discovered that I’m not one of them. In any case, I did learn from this book that in using the tarot as a tool for myself — for my own development — the cards are amazingly insightful. And perhaps better (definitely cheaper) than therapy. Continue reading

Seven Obscure Sorrows

Sometimes I can’t help myself. Like when I’m cruising around the farmer’s market and there’s a great band playing — I just gotta drum against the sides of my thighs. I can’t help myself. Like when a Beatles song comes on the radio — I just gotta make each of my hands into a puppet and move my thumb so John and Paul sing the harmonies — I can’t help myself. Like when I come across something really cool — I just gotta share it with people. Like The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. Can’t help myself. Continue reading