The first and most powerful Tarot reading I had was at a protest camp in the wilderness and it was with the Mother Peace deck.
Amongst the cards came the fool, an image of a naked human, walking on their hands through the mountains surrounded by animals and plants.
The course of my life has felt like a sporadic journey of opening, closing, learning both joy and pain in equal measures. I am utterly in love with the world, and with myself. I don’t mean this in a narcissistic way, I mean it like the image of a naked human, walking on their hands through the mountains surrounded by animals and plants. The sheer joy and exquisite naivety of being free to revel in one’s own body, with all its flaws, and to feel part of the rest of life.
This is the feeling I have chased all my life, despite set backs, despite hard lessons about the cruelty and fragility of the world, I still love it deeply and earnestly, like a child.
I like to think of the fool as a wise being. One who knows and sees the complexity of life and accepts it, nevertheless still walking forward with playfulness, joy and an open heart.