Medicine Woman Tarot? Yeah, you hear that, and maybe your eyes roll a bit, or you get super curious. I was somewhere in the middle. Always been a bit of a skeptic, but also open to pretty much anything if it promises to shed some light on the endless mess of living. “Get wisdom,” the title says, and honestly, that’s exactly what I needed at a certain point in my life.
So, how did I even get there? Well, I remember it pretty clearly. I was just walking through a little shop, one of those new-agey places, not my usual haunt at all, but I was just browsing, killing time. And there it was, sitting on a shelf, the ‘Medicine Woman Tarot’ deck. The artwork just grabbed me. It wasn’t your typical sparkly, fancy tarot. It looked grounded, earthy, almost ancient, with illustrations of animals and natural elements. I picked it up, flipped through the cards in the box – felt… different. So, on a whim, I bought it. Didn’t think too much about it, just felt a strange pull.
Got it home, and it sat there for a bit. Not gonna lie, I was intimidated. Tarot felt like a whole language I didn’t speak, some secret club I wasn’t part of. But then one evening, after a particularly rough week where I felt completely adrift, I just decided to crack it open. I pulled out the little guide book that came with it. I didn’t try to memorize everything, nope. I just started reading the introductions, the basic idea. It talked about connecting to intuition, to ancient feminine wisdom, to the earth itself. Sounded a bit out there, but I figured, what have I got to lose? I was pretty desperate for anything to make sense.
My first actual ‘reading’ was pretty basic. I shuffled the cards, probably badly, and just pulled one. The guide said to focus on a question. My question was simple: ‘What do I need to know right now?’ I pulled a card. It was ‘The Bear.’ The book talked about introspection, strength, and going into a cave to gather energy. And man, that resonated. I had been pushing myself so hard, trying to figure everything out externally, when what I really needed was to just pull back, be still, and think things through on my own.
After that, I made it a sort of ritual. Every morning, with my first cup of coffee, I’d shuffle, ask my question for the day, and pull a card. I kept a little notebook right there. Didn’t overthink it. Just wrote down the card, a few keywords from the book, and then whatever popped into my head about how it might apply to my day. Sometimes it was spot on, sometimes it felt like gibberish. But I kept at it. I committed to it.
What I Started Noticing
- What I started noticing was how it made me think differently. It wasn’t about the cards telling me what to do. It was about them offering a different lens, a new way to frame what was going on. Like when I pulled ‘The Serpent’ and the book talked about transformation and shedding old skin. I’d been clinging to an old way of doing something at work that just wasn’t working anymore. That card made me actually consider letting go.
- It really pushed me to pay attention to my own gut feelings. Before, I’d second-guess myself constantly. But when a card would pull up something I already vaguely felt or knew, it almost gave me permission to trust it. It’s like the cards weren’t telling me new information, but reminding me of what I already knew deep down, but was too busy or scared to acknowledge.
- There were days I’d pull a card and think, ‘Nope, no idea what this means for today.’ And those days, I’d just shrug and carry on. But even then, sometimes later in the day, something would happen, and I’d have an ‘oh!’ moment where the card’s message clicked. It taught me patience, too. And not to force interpretations. It taught me to wait and observe.
So, why did I even bother with all this ‘Medicine Woman Tarot’ stuff? Why did I even pick up that deck in the first place? Well, it wasn’t just idle curiosity, not really. This all kicked off for me a couple of years back, when my whole world just felt… fuzzy. I’d been working the same grind for years, felt like I was running on fumes, and frankly, I was just lost. Not lost in the ‘don’t know where I am’ way, but lost in the ‘don’t know who I am anymore’ way. My usual ways of figuring things out – logic, planning, just working harder – they just weren’t cutting it. I felt empty, you know? Like I was missing something crucial, something deep inside me.
I hit a wall. Big time. My job was fine, my family was fine, but I wasn’t. I was snapping at folks, sleeping poorly, just generally feeling disconnected and irritable. I tried all the usual self-help stuff – meditating, exercising more, trying new hobbies. Some of it helped a little, but it never really scratched that itch, that deep sense of needing direction or some kind of inner compass check. I felt like I was constantly swimming against the current, but I couldn’t even tell what current it was, or if I was even in the right river. It was a proper mess in my head.
It was during that period of feeling utterly bewildered and frankly, a bit desperate for something, anything, to spark some clarity, that I stumbled into that shop. I wasn’t looking for tarot, no way. I just wanted something different, something outside my usual logical box to poke at my brain. And when I picked up that deck, something just shifted. It wasn’t logic telling me to buy it. It was just a strong, quiet pull that I decided, for once, to listen to.
And that’s how I ended up with the Medicine Woman Tarot. It became my little daily touchstone, a way to slow down, to actually listen to the little whispers inside instead of just the loud shouts of the outside world. It wasn’t magic, not really. It was a tool that helped me reconnect with a part of myself I hadn’t realized I’d lost. It made me pay attention. It made me trust my gut again. And yeah, it gave me wisdom. Not answers in a crystal ball, but a way to find my own answers, inside myself. It’s still sitting on my desk, ready for my morning coffee, a little reminder to always keep digging for that inner knowing.
