I have always felt that my essential life quandary is encapsulated in William Blake’s last song of experience: “Thou, mother of my mortal part, with cruelty didst mould my heart …. Didst close my tongue in senseless clay, And me to mortal life betray. The death of Jesus set me free: Then what have I to do with thee?” I knew the answer had something to do with developing mastery and experiencing joy in the mundane (attribution?), but I questioned my competency in performing these tasks. Moreover, I felt confused about what my life purpose is now as an older woman. Throughout my reading with Jeanne, I saw and felt my hands in wet clay set on a potter’s wheel whirled by the Mother’s love.
Jeanne’s Tarot class made reading so easy for me. I was reading friends and family after the first class. It was also meaningful and caused me to become intuitive on command.