“I don’t believe you have ADHD,” the nurse practitioner said at our first meeting, looking at her computer and not at me. “You scored moderate for depression and anxiety. There are overlapping symptoms between those and ADHD, so we’ll treat them and you’ll see I’m right.”
My two-year-old happily threw all the pillows from the sofa onto the floor, and then tried to pull the blinds down from the window as I attempted to corral him without setting off a crying fit. I scooped him up and plopped on the sofa, relieved to nurse him for a moment, before he went after the blinds again. What did she mean, she didn’t believe my diagnosis? And why did she keep going on and on about how dangerous schedule 2 drugs are and how she wouldn’t just throw them at a problem?
My review today is not the one I had planned. In fact I have a hard drive filled with other reviews that really should be posted before this one. However this deck is speaking the loudest, is pulling me more to it and has just captured my heart. I am speaking of course of Lisa de St. Croix's stunning deck Tarot de St. Croix.
This deck arrived in my mailbox Easter weekend and has not left my hands since. It has mesmerized me, entrapped me and left me longing to experience more. Yes I am still talking about a deck of cards. I could feel the energy of this deck before I even opened the bubble wrap postal envelop. This energy only intensifies the moment you get it into your hands.
Dark clouds snaked through the overcast sky like an airborne river, grumbling warning of impending deluge that summer afternoon in Orlando, Florida. I was a ten-year-old sorceress with blonde curls and a need for magical sand. My nine-year-old cousin and apprentice sorcerer collected the sand beneath the overhead bars as we discussed his infant sister, whom we knew was destined to be the most powerful sorceress of all.
The river in the sky grumbled louder, flashing a bit of lightning at us in warning. I leaned against the metal bars, raised an eyebrow. "Larak," I said, calling the thunder god by the name I'd given him, "You can just wait until we get home. When I'm standing under the carport, you can pour all you want then."
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