Only a few weeks back, I gave my first readings, tarot readings, that is. My foray into fortunetelling came at the Associated Writing Programs in Minneapolis–and it was a shameless promotional ploy that worked quite well. What I learned is that I am not half bad as a card reader.
Now, I am intrigued by others who dabble in the tarot. This past weekend, my family and I went to the farmer’s market in downtown Albuquerque. There, I met a gentleman who gives readings with the help of his goose, Princess Esmeralda. She wasn’t much help to him on this particular occasion. Most often, she slept through the excitement! But I was fascinated by the man who kept his bird tucked up under his free hand. See her there, neck dangling?