Each January, I pull a tarot spread for the year ahead: one card for each month, and one to thematically represent the whole solar cycle.
This tradition started several years ago, and it’s always been fun to see how the cards seem to know. For example, in 2019 my card for the year was “the lovers” — and on December 21st of that year my guy proposed.
This year, I was nervous. On that early January eve when I finally sat myself down for this ritual, I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to uncover what the cards had in store for me.
We had just started announcing to our friends and family that we were expecting, and I was only just coming out of the darkness and depression that gripped me in my first trimester. Everything was going well, but I still felt so delicate and at risk of losing myself again.
The cards, as they tend to do, answered and affirmed. I pulled “the sun” for July. Of course the cards knew we’ll be welcoming a son that month.
