In the dim and distant past, when I was fruitlessly trying to warn non- compliant adolescents of the danger of their ways, I often wished that, instead of lecturing, I could just lay down the cards. A bog standard teacher has little credibility. (As one pupil in a truly dreadful school acidly commented, “If you know so much about everything, Miss, what are you doing working here?)
A Tarot reader, on the other hand, is a keeper of the mysteries, a seer, a purveyor of ancient wisdom.
In the 60s, when such things were terribly hip, I had learnt to read the cards. I gave it up, because it became a bit alarming how readily and unquestioningly people welcomed their interpretation.
Had I laid out a tarot spread for my sullen teenager and revealed the Tower, one glance would have had more effect than preaching.
The image is worryingly uncomfortable.
But the cards could be comforting too. They could convey the joy of fellowship, the presence of supportive figures and the reassurance that you could survive difficult times to win through.
Sometimes people just needed a symbol. One that said “You may not recognise it, but you have the ability get through this.”
We all need comfort, support, affirmation and reassurance when faced with cruel blows in life.
Sadly, the bereaved families facing a battle for accountability and transparency over the deaths of their children are having to find almost superhuman strength when they are at their lowest ebb. No wonder despair is hard to overcome and the struggle for justice is so hard.
Yet one of the most valuable aspects of #107days and #107 days of action is the bringing together of all kinds of people with a variety of knowledge and practical experience to share their individual insight and counsel, thus building a common resource of support and information.
This is the real life magic, the impetus and the strength that is going to carry us through.
Though an image to help remind us wouldn’t hurt!