So I’ve been curious about tarot for ages but never stuck with it. Kept seeing this Cowgirl Tarot stuff popping up online lately – all these wild west illustrations instead of the fancy old-school pictures. Looked fun, so I thought screw it, let’s try learning something new while I’m bored on my Sunday afternoon.
Getting My Hands Dirty
First things first, I actually needed the cards. Found a basic Rider-Waite-Smith deck at this dusty little bookstore downtown – cheap and classic. Flipped through, yep, same meanings folks always talk about. Then I hunted online specifically for Cowgirl Tarot comparisons. No fancy downloads or paid courses though, just free blogs and forum chats. Took me maybe 20 minutes reading stuff like “High Priestess? That’s the Ranch Hand now. Same vibes, different boots.”
The Actual Practice
Cleared off my coffee table, dumped my laundry on the couch. Okay, focus. Shuffled the Rider-Waite deck like a poker dealer, feeling kinda silly. Then I grabbed my printouts about Cowgirl Tarot meanings – scribbled notes all over them. Did a super simple three-card draw, Rider-Waite style:
- The Fool (fresh start)
- The Tower (sudden shake-up)
- The Star (hope after crap)
Muttered “Right, okay.” Then tried the same spread pretending it’s Cowgirl Tarot. Ranch Hand instead of High Priestess? Still intuition. Tornado instead of Tower? Still sudden chaos messing everything up. Shooting Star instead of The Star? Same hopeful glimmer. My “aha!” moment hit: it ain’t about memorizing brand new stuff. It’s old wine in new bottles – dusty trail boots instead of medieval robes. The meanings? Practically glued together.
Using It My Way
Next morning, feeling gutsy before work. Pulled one Cowgirl-inspired card blind (The Wagon Wheel, which is basically the Wheel of Fortune). Didn’t overthink it, just thought “Expect surprises today.” And damn, my boss suddenly cancelled a big meeting – surprise free time! Coincidence? Maybe. Useful? Yep. Started keeping my scribbled meanings cheat sheet by the kettle. Now I grab a card most mornings when I wait for the coffee to brew. Quick glance, think about what that cowboy or horse might mean for my day. Faster than reading a horoscope.
Is it magic? Nah. But it makes me pause and think different about stuff. That’s good enough for me.
