Imagine the turtle, if you will—a totally self-contained creature. In his colorful, camouflaged shell he has all he needs: bedroom, hang-out, home office, shelter, safety, and a place to contemplate the world. Much like my vardo!
Vardos are the perfect home for traveling folk — and tarot card readers. Like me! I have lived in 15 different homes in 7 states, crisscrossing the lower 48 trying to find that perfect place, that place that’s truly home. But . . . imagine if you have the perfect home no matter where you travel—everything’s just right—no need to find new places for your book collection and kitschy knick-knacks or install new window coverings with each move—“Let’s see, do we want blinds, shades, a valance?” You just make the decision once and never have to redecorate again!
So, why the attraction to Vardos?
Because I’m a tarot card reader. And I spend a lot of time contemplating what the Spirit messages that I receive mean. I’m a clairvoyant (among other “
The walls of my small creative space are covered in colorful images that harken to magical times and places. Crystals adorn most flat surfaces, such as bookshelves or tables or windowsills. It is in that magical realm of fairies, monsters, sprites, spirit guides, angels and alchemy that I do my work.
And it is with energy that I play and learn and am guided.
Imagine the power of tarot card readers from the past who lived, breathed, cooked, made love and dreamt in their own “turtle shell” filled with colorful images, feathers, stones or crystals they found on their travels. Because they lived close to the earth, they had powerful connections to grounding and balanced energy; and living under the stars made ethereal connections real and almost touchable.
My favorite recurring dream
. . . is of me traveling in a horse-drawn vardo embellished on the outside with flowers, banners, hand-painted stars; moving from town to town, parking in the woods or by a stream, offering my card readings to the townsfolk. Transfixing them with the Spirit’s messages telling them of a bright future, or a new job, or a new love waiting for them.
My Life Today Is Spent In My Office
. . . or near my pool, or meditating in my garden space. I work hard to disregard the traffic noise, the planes flying overhead, and the neighbors’ gas-driven yard equipment so I can keep my Spirit connections clear and strong.
So I sit quietly, breathe deeply, relax my body and slowly climb the imaginary golden stairs in front of me and enter the realm of magical trees, waterfalls, spirit animals, ancestral faces, and angel guides. They rush to embrace me and whisper in my ear . . . they tell me stories of new loves, of opportunities waiting, of all they want me to share with others . . . they remind me that we are all connected through Mother Earth, through Father Sky, through the Spirit that binds our hearts together. They ask me to be their mouthpiece. And to remind everyone that they are loved and perfect just as they are.
And as I descend and flow back into my body, I smile. Because I have seen a little bit of heaven. I have walked the pathway of those readers of old. I am who I am—a tarot card reader, a believer, a seer, and my V