Le Fanu
Ive been into tarot for years now. It kind of comes and goes, but over the last few years - mainly the last year - Ive been on a real shopping roll, but I suddenly find that now, after having gone beyond the 80 mark, I find that I return to the original decks from the past, from the begining, as trusty favourites. And I wonder how it took me so long to come full circle.
I love all my decks, don´t get me wrong. But it seems to be a "rite de passage", the compulsive buying, the next deck, the next deck, in search of THE deck and then, at the end of it all, reducing to a mere handful. I can honestly say that five really is enough. After all the wonderful decks I have, I find that I have created a kind of "sub-collection"; decks which don´t live with the others. I want them close at hand.
I think Im at that precise point when others would get rid of a load of decks. Im too much of a hoarder and so won´t be doing that. But it´s an odd sensation.
It all started when I missed having my decks at my boyfriend´s house and so took a few of the trusty faves and duplicates to leave there. Naturally I selected the special ones (and the ones with back ups), but Ive ended up needing for very little else. Just out of interest, my decks are these;
Minchiate Etruria Florentina
1JJ Swiss
Ancient Italian
"Original" RWS and Pocket Universal
Pocket Crowley
I didn´t mean for the selection to be "representative" in any way but looking at them now, it certainly looks that way. But in that list are basically the decks I started out with years ago, at the beginning of the journey. I knew something had changed when I ordered Druidcraft and Tarot of Prague and although Im looking forward to receiving them, Im not as excited as I used to be with decks in the post . These trusty old favourites are the ones I can´t stop playing with.
Anyone else have that sense of coming full circle, back to the beginning, sated from accumulating, back to the trusty old favourites? Is it all part of the process? And I also feel, simultaneously, a deepening of just what tarot means to me. And I don´t think it´s a coincidence.
I love all my decks, don´t get me wrong. But it seems to be a "rite de passage", the compulsive buying, the next deck, the next deck, in search of THE deck and then, at the end of it all, reducing to a mere handful. I can honestly say that five really is enough. After all the wonderful decks I have, I find that I have created a kind of "sub-collection"; decks which don´t live with the others. I want them close at hand.
I think Im at that precise point when others would get rid of a load of decks. Im too much of a hoarder and so won´t be doing that. But it´s an odd sensation.
It all started when I missed having my decks at my boyfriend´s house and so took a few of the trusty faves and duplicates to leave there. Naturally I selected the special ones (and the ones with back ups), but Ive ended up needing for very little else. Just out of interest, my decks are these;
Minchiate Etruria Florentina
1JJ Swiss
Ancient Italian
"Original" RWS and Pocket Universal
Pocket Crowley
I didn´t mean for the selection to be "representative" in any way but looking at them now, it certainly looks that way. But in that list are basically the decks I started out with years ago, at the beginning of the journey. I knew something had changed when I ordered Druidcraft and Tarot of Prague and although Im looking forward to receiving them, Im not as excited as I used to be with decks in the post . These trusty old favourites are the ones I can´t stop playing with.
Anyone else have that sense of coming full circle, back to the beginning, sated from accumulating, back to the trusty old favourites? Is it all part of the process? And I also feel, simultaneously, a deepening of just what tarot means to me. And I don´t think it´s a coincidence.