Alright, so I found myself wandering around Rhode Island not too long ago. Wasn’t really looking for anything specific, just enjoying the scenery, you know? Then I kept seeing these little signs, sometimes just a handwritten note taped to a window, mentioning tarot readings. Never really put much stock in that stuff, honestly, but curiosity gets the better of you sometimes.
I wasn’t about to go hunting down some fancy place. Just happened to be walking past this slightly older building in a town I can’t even remember the name of now, and there was a sign. Looked legit enough, not too flashy. Figured, why not? Had some time to kill.
So, I went in. The place inside was… well, it was definitely someone’s space. Dim lighting, lots of books piled up, smelled a bit like incense, the usual sort of vibe you might expect. Wasn’t creepy, just kinda cluttered and lived-in. The reader herself was an older woman, seemed pretty down-to-earth, didn’t give me any weird mystical act right off the bat.
She had me sit down at this small table covered with a cloth. Pulled out a deck of tarot cards, looked pretty worn, like they’d seen a lot of hands. Told me to give them a shuffle while thinking about… well, she didn’t say what exactly, just kinda “focus your energy.” Felt a bit awkward doing it, shuffling these big cards.
Then I cut the deck, she laid out a few cards in some pattern. She started talking. Didn’t ask me a ton of questions, mostly just looked at the cards and spoke. Talked about some general stuff – work pressures, feeling a bit stuck on a decision. Some of it was vague enough it could apply to anyone, you know? But then she hit on a couple of things, more specific little details about a family situation I’d been mulling over, that made me raise my eyebrows a bit.
We talked for maybe half an hour. She pointed at different pictures on the cards, explained what they could mean in relation to what she was sensing. It wasn’t like she was predicting the future, more like… offering perspective? Pointing out patterns maybe I hadn’t considered. She wasn’t pushy about it, just laid it out there.
When it was done, I paid her the fee. Wasn’t too expensive. Walked out into the sunshine feeling… thoughtful, I guess. Look, I’m still not convinced these cards hold some magic key to the universe. Probably a lot of it is intuition, reading people, suggesting things that get you thinking.
But was it a waste of time? Nah. It was an interesting experience. Didn’t change my life, didn’t give me winning lottery numbers. But it did nudge me to think about that family thing from a slightly different angle later on. Sometimes you just need a different way to look at your own stuff, even if it comes from shuffling some old cards in a dimly lit room in Rhode Island. Just an experience I had, thought I’d share.
