My original !st of the month post failed to materialise, so you may be wondering what the heck I'm rambling about in my 'WHY' coda.
I was recounting the story of a woman who had asked for a Tarot reading last Sunday. To cut a long story short, she was unhappy with her life. Her husband of 20 years (and father of her five children) was having affairs, and wasn't there for her.
Needless to say, the cards just told her to get her act together, decide what she wanted to do, and do it (though not in those terms!).
But once a doormat... I'd like to think she went home and really thought about things, and acted on them. I'll never know.
But so many of the people who ask for readings are desperate for solutions. Once they might have confided in a family member, a friend, or pastor. Now they come to a stranger and a set of cardboard rectangles. It's very sad, and an indictment on our society.
What happened to the Empoyerment of Women?