A Renewed Look at an Old Friend by Disa Wylde
While rummaging through my divination chest, my eyes rest upon a familiar red drawstring pouch. The varied shades of red are reminiscent of the red maple tree as its colors sprout forth at the first signs of autumn. I open the pouch and shake out the large cards with the simple brown backs. My long time friend, the DruidCraft emerges. Its white borders are left intact only due to my fear of forever changing such a perfect deck. Oh how I have missed you. There were others before you, but their messages I could not hear. You were the first deck that spoke to me in a language I could understand. You provided the foundation from which communication with all other decks was made possible. What messages have you for me today?
I pull the deep purple spread cloth out of the bag and lay it on top of the divination chest. I instinctively begin shuffling as questions form in my mind. What do you see as the purpose of our separation? As I shuffle the large, untrimmed cards side to side one card is resisting my efforts to slide it back into the deck. I turn it over and find that it is the Ten of Wands, reversed. Ah, yes. It would appear that I was in need of transformation. I was to turn the burden of learning the Tarot into something that was not a burden at all. How fitting. A feeling of warmth comes over me and I cannot help smiling as my old friend speaks to me so clearly once again. I can effortlessly decipher its messages. I begin shuffling once again. Was my purpose fulfilled, I wonder. Two cards drop to the floor. I pick them up and place them next to each other. The two of Wands I position to the right of the first card. Yes, I have learned to walk through the doorway between one deck and another. I have found the value of reading with multiple decks. I definitely had the urge to explore, to grow and to attempt to gain additional experience, though I had everything I needed right here with you. The third card, which I placed to the right of the Two of Wands, is the Six of Cups. Oh, how well you know me, my dear, DruidCraft. I longed to hear your familiar voice as I shuffled and experimented with other decks. The feelings of nostalgia you always bring remind me that you are my one true friend among the wealth of other decks in my collection. You are always there to tell me what I need to hear, rather than what I want to hear.
In the past, I cast you aside as I continued my quest for hidden knowledge, but alas, there is no knowledge in other decks that I could not have gained from working with you and you alone. The tarot journey is a long and fulfilling one, and my journey among others has not been in vain. I have found the comfort of an old friend in you. I may not have recognized your value had I not ventured out into the vast world of Tarot. Your earthy colors and honorable characters bring me a feeling of truth and justice that resonates deeply within my soul. With a steaming cup of strawberry tea sweetened with a bit of honey and my beloved DruidCraft, I am enveloped in the comfort of the presence of a treasured friend. A friend who is dependable, trustworthy, and above all else, accepting of my need to grow and develop.