The end of a seven-year cycle.

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I feel a little bit sick as I write this. A belly-ful of excitement and nerves and pressure to get the words right. I’m just gonna come out with it.

I am stepping away from tarot readings for the foreseeable future.

Saturday July 22, 2023 is the last day* to purchase a digital reading from my website or see me in-person for a reading at the Calmm, Bondi.

Between now and then, I’ll be here, offering my tender readings and tearfully reflecting on the past seven years of doing this very special work. I guess you could call the next seven weeks my farewell tour.

To be clear, tarot will still play a part in my future work. Coven and Writing Club are not going anywhere. But my time as a professional reader in a person-to-person capacity (this includes digital, in-studio, groups, and events) is coming to a close.

*(Please note: all gift-voucher holders will have 12 months to redeem their reading. I don't want you to feel rushed. We have plenty of time.)

This news will likely come as a shock, seem strange, or feel plain out of the blue. Reading this might make you feel angry, sad, confused, indifferent. That’s ok. It’s not my job to make you understand or over-explain why I’m walking away from something so dear to my heart. But I do want to share some of my process around this decision. Perhaps it will embolden you to end a relationship or leave a job or finish a chapter that you love but that is ready to end.

Simply put: it’s time. Time to complete this cycle. Time to let go. Or rather, acknowledge, honour, and celebrate what is naturally coming to an end. I have been reading tarot professionally for seven years, and now it’s time to stop. It feels crazy to say, but it's the truth.

This was not planned, and has come about quite unexpectedly. Yet I can also see how it has been coming for a while, quietly, slowly, underneath. I have heard that we grow in seven-year cycles before. In astrology, in the three lines of the major arcana, and in the philosophy of Rudolf Steiner. Sevens are everywhere right now, including the Tarot. 2023 is a 7 year, the year of The Chariot. It’s a thing. But these synchronicities merely mirror my decision, they are not the reason for it.

The truth is, I'm doing this because my intuition told me to, repeatedly. It’s as simple as that. My intuition communicates in a quiet, unhurried, and consistent manner. This knowing around readings has slowly but surely risen to the surface, to the point of being undeniable and ready to share with you right now.

I have thought long and deep and gently about this. I am not here to be a Johnny Farnham and pop back up in six months like nothing happened. Not to sound dramatic but…this is the end.

Ofcourse, I will never say never. No one knows what the future holds (if I’ve learned anything in my career as a tarot reader it’s that!) Who knows, I could decide to offer a one-off reading in another seven years. But I doubt it.

For right now, I know in my bones that this part of my life's work is complete. I am ready to experience something different. I am ready to experience who I am without the identity of reader being front and centre. I’m ready to step into the unknown space that is beckoning me forward.

I am ready to say a gradual and loving farewell to my readings clients over the next seven weeks. If you feel called to see me during this time, whether it's for the first time or the fifth, I welcome you with open arms. Either way, trust your knowing. Trust your needs.

This ending feels monumental and emotional on my end. I have spent the last seven years working very hard to build my career as a professional tarot reader. This work has transformed my life. My clients mean the world to me. I have read tarot in bedrooms, art galleries, kitchen tables, bars, cinemas, studios, zoom rooms, and malls. My work has grown and grown and grown like a glorious mushroom. And now it is time to do a final harvest. I feel ready, and I also feel sad. Endings are always a bit of both.

I will miss this. The immense and incomparable privilege of holding space for a person as they bravely stand at the centre of their own life. The joy of hearing someone ask an important question and feel a connection to a card's message. The process of helping someone sit with themselves, honestly and playfully. Witnessing fellow human beings let themselves weep, laugh, rage, stew, evolve, and create. People in the midst of celebration, limbo, grief, revolution, boredom, despair, wild change, and pure mystery. What a richly rewarding seven years this has been.

I cannot deny that the timing of this chapter's ending is intimately tied to two upcoming anniversaries. The first is my daughter Gia’s first birthday, on July 26. The second is the second anniversary of the death and birth of my twins Caroline and Frida, on August 6. It feels important to close this cycle before I cross these important thresholds.

After the girls died I didn’t know if I would ever read for others again. It was near-impossible to connect with what I wanted, beyond having them back, beyond having a living child, beyond feeling connected to myself-before-the-loss. Becoming pregnant with Gia was an immense and courageous act of hope, and with it came the unexpected desire to return to my work as a reader. To hold space for others again, in a new way.

This gave birth to my recorded tarot readings, which is the format I have offered for the past year, and the one you see on my website today. My signature style. This is by far my greatest achievement and what I am most proud of creating. It redefined, strengthened, and solidified my magic; my language of reading and speaking and channeling the tarot. Offering recorded tarot readings has been the single best decision I ever made in my tarot practice.

I imagine I will be saying this many times over the coming weeks, but I want to start now. THANK YOU. I am so deeply grateful for this very special time in my life. I treasure each gem of the truth and tenderness that has been shared with me over the years, each moment of connection with my clients. I’m in awe of the literal hundreds of people I have read for in this seven year cycle. What a privilege to have witnessed and guided you through different life transitions.

I will be continuing to share my reflections on the past seven years, but for now I will leave you with this:

None of us really knows what is going to happen in life. And that is so, so valuable. There is tremendous value in the unknown, in the mystery. In sitting with yourself in the quiet, in the noise, in the dark, in the questioning, and in the light. There is glimmering gold in simply asking for help. It matters. Consult your oracles, intuition, art, nature, symbols, mirrors, space-holders. They matter.

“What do I really feel? Think? Know? Want?”

I am really going to miss this.