Today is kind of a weird day, spiritually speaking. If you know me well, you may be somewhat aware that I've recently rediscovered my one-time interest in divination. Only it's different now that I'm older.
When I was younger, I would discover interests, sometimes even acquire tools... and then not really do anything about them. Younger Me always felt like she was in some weird holding pattern. Like it wasn't time yet to really dig into a lot of the things that piqued her interest. Part of that had to do with the fact that I was too busy processing trauma to focus on much else. The rest really did just feel like me... waiting for something I couldn't quite identify.
At my current age, I see things much differently.
It's taken me most of my 49-year life to reach the same emotional maturity level most people were at by the time they were 30 or 35. So, I fully realize I don't have all the time in the world. I know that if I want to learn something, do something, or dive really deeply into something interesting, I need to do it now.
So, I got back into divination a while back, acquired some new tools, and started reading with them daily in the mornings to help set intentions for my day. I've also made a real effort to really learn the systems I've adopted and integrate them into my daily life, and it's been a game-changer.
But I also have this treasure box of old divination systems and oracle decks that I acquired way back in the '90s when I was still really young. I hadn't felt much need to open that box at my current age and reintegrate anything in it, as I thought of those items as belonging to someone else –– someone I just wasn't anymore.
Then last night, I dreamed I opened the box
In the dream, I took out a couple of select items, and I started to use them again. When I woke up, following suit in real life felt like the right way to start my morning, so I did that.
Opening that box and taking things out of it with the intention of loving them and using them again felt so strange. On one level, it really did feel like I was touching someone else's things –– maybe someone who had passed away a long time ago. But on another, I recognized these tools as old friends of mine that I hadn't seen in eons:
- A clay/pottery rune set from the '90s that was my very first divination system. The box was pretty beaten up, as I'd actually used this set a fair amount. And the burlap bag that held the runes had a mysterious stain on it, likely just from age. But the runes and guidebook by Horik Svensson were just as I remembered them and in pristine condition.
- An ancient Egypt-inspired oracle deck called The Book of Doors. I remember being deeply intrigued by this deck, but not using it much, as it was way too complex for me at that age. It is, however, right in line with where I am now.
- An oracle deck called The Faeries' Oracle, inspired by the artwork of Brian Froud, someone who was (and still is) a huge artistic and creative influence on me. It was never officially used, as I acquired it shortly before moving cross-country and leaving it behind.