About

Hey there, I’m Callie. I’ve been reading tarot since I was gifted my first deck at 12 years old, but it wasn’t until I experienced a “dark night of the soul” in my late 20s that tarot became my closest friend.

I don’t even remember exactly why I reached for my childhood deck then. At first, I saw pulling the cards helpful in the same way you’d flip a coin to make a decision: because the moment it lands, you suddenly know what you’d been hoping for. But over time, the cards seemed to repeat themselves too persistently and precisely to ignore. I tried to tell myself I was just projecting, finding meaning in the mundane because I needed to. But the more it happened, the harder it became to call it coincidence.

Eventually, I stopped asking if the cards were speaking to me and just started listening. Tarot showed me where my pain lived, and how to begin mending. It showed me the potential I had stopped believing I held. It taught me how to forgive myself, and it spoke to me kindly until I learned how to do the same.

I believe in tarot because tarot reminded me how to believe in myself.

Now, I use tarot to help others.