The Sybil of Scribyl
Just scrybbling along . . . or is that scribylling? (I used to be able to spell but not now, however, if regular English is so oddly spelled, I can, too. Even Shakspere did it.)
This is <The Sybil of Scribyl>’s Newsletter, a newsletter about astrology, tarot, and divination, of letting life take you for a stroll and creating the wild rhymes of free associational inclinations, the corresponding randomless paths we make by walking into the unknown, guided by our sensitivity to initial conditions, what’s here and now.
Last June I read that a local tarot reader and author was giving a talk at the library. So I went. Esther Tishman was talking about her book: Mindful Tarot, I surprised myself by joining a tarot reading training she was starting for the year.
So now I’m officially learning about the tarot, a process I’ve been engaged in privately as part of a long-evolving journaling that involved the tarot as well as astrology, the I Ching, and runes, and least but foremost, by making the strange scribbles that I needed in order for me to actually begin to understand the tarot at a meaningful level. Now I realize I have an odd channeling practice that relies on drawings, but curiously I can’t draw, not really.
But on the other hand, if I could draw, I wouldn’t have come to the realization of this mode of channeling that I use, which also goes by the name of The Oracle of Error, since it was the impossible practice of struggling to make the clear images my conscious mind wanted that led me to realize that I proceed by making mistakes.
It is by accepting my mistakes as holding a most essential truth that I need to hear and so learning to listen to them, that I understood more deeply who I am, because this is where the truth of what I need to hear actually resides. It’s not an easy path and by no means is it an accomplished path. I was finally able to listen to the words in one of my favorite poems: Antonio Machado’s poem that begins, at least in some English translations: “Traveler, there are no paths, paths are made by walking.”
So, stumbling along in the wildness of my existence I find my path.
This is <The Sybil of Scribyl>’s Newsletter, a newsletter about astrology, tarot, and divination, of letting life take you for a stroll and creating the wild rhymes of free associational inclinations, the corresponding randomless paths we make by walking into the unknown, guided by our sensitivity to initial conditions, what’s here and now.
Last June I read that a local tarot reader and author was giving a talk at the library. So I went. Esther Tishman was talking about her book: Mindful Tarot, I surprised myself by joining a tarot reading training she was starting for the year.
So now I’m officially learning about the tarot, a process I’ve been engaged in privately as part of a long-evolving journaling that involved the tarot as well as astrology, the I Ching, and runes, and least but foremost, by making the strange scribbles that I needed in order for me to actually begin to understand the tarot at a meaningful level. Now I realize I have an odd channeling practice that relies on drawings, but curiously I can’t draw, not really.
But on the other hand, if I could draw, I wouldn’t have come to the realization of this mode of channeling that I use, which also goes by the name of The Oracle of Error, since it was the impossible practice of struggling to make the clear images my conscious mind wanted that led me to realize that I proceed by making mistakes.
It is by accepting my mistakes as holding a most essential truth that I need to hear and so learning to listen to them, that I understood more deeply who I am, because this is where the truth of what I need to hear actually resides. It’s not an easy path and by no means is it an accomplished path. I was finally able to listen to the words in one of my favorite poems: Antonio Machado’s poem that begins, at least in some English translations: “Traveler, there are no paths, paths are made by walking.”
So, stumbling along in the wildness of my existence I find my path.