One Winter Solstice, lying on a comfy sofa in front of an open fire in France I was reading aloud to my soul sister of all-sorts, Joanne. We were engrossed in a Nordic myth recounting the death of Balder, the sun-beautiful, at the hands of his blind brother, Hod.
Read MoreCharles of the beautiful Cartesian mind is trying to explain the game of tarot to me. I know tarot as a system of divination and more loosely, a calendar for the year. But here, in the South of France, Charles is teaching me the rules of a game he has played for over twenty years.
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