There’s a lazy susan in my head where certain obsessions live. Some of them have been spinning on it my entire life, and every time one comes back around I’ve gathered more knowledge without really trying, more context, more capacity to actually do something with it. Somewhere between all that accumulated knowing and a lot of therapy, something clicked.

About six weeks ago I became completely obsessed. Reobsessed, more accurately.

I’ve always wanted to get my hands on as many tarot decks as possible. Touch them all. Hold them. Warm them up in my hands and feel everything there is to feel — match them up as something completely different with a new life, or honestly, just shuffle them all into the air and dance around as they rained back down. Swim through them like Scrooge McDuck swam through his vaults of gold. But I always assumed it was a fantasy — the sheer number you’d need to make it interesting felt impossible. And then I just… started.

I’m pulling together every misfit and outcast tarot deck I can get my hands on. I’m cleaning them, cleansing them, finding homes for stray cards. Sometimes in new decks, sometimes as something else altogether. Something I’m not ready to show you yet, but I will be soon.                                                            

I get to sit with each one that crosses my table, hold it in my hands, tell it what a very good deck it is, clear its energy with crystals, smoke, and intention, and find it somewhere to go. Whether that’s a single lost card or a deck that just sat on a shelf for years until someone realized it was time to let it move on.

That last bit of side-eye was directed at me. I’m essentially running a rescue operation for neglected decks while my own sit in a pile on the shelf, radiating quiet judgment. We’ve discussed this. I think this might be what that discussion was becoming. We’re working on it.

But something else to come out of all of this is a genuine reconnection with the cards. Mostly through curiosity — digging into different readings, following threads, seeing where they go. And while I’m figuring out homes for these lost souls, I needed somewhere to put all of that energy without turning this place into tarot central. So I started Tarot Stacks a few weeks ago — a weekly tarot spread delivered to your inbox. It’s free. If you’re into tarot or just curious, come hang out there. The tarot babble lives there now, which means the lazy susan gets to keep spinning without taking everything else with it.