I picked up my first deck of cards as a teenager purely out of curiosity, but despite reading a few books I quickly realized I had no real idea how (or whether) they worked. Being unable to answer people's basic questions about the cards was depressing, and I was very uncomfortable with the idea of giving bad readings, so I soon put them down again.
They never really left my thoughts, though. A few years later I was reintroduced to the Tarot through as a student of religion and art. I was especially fascinated by this particular divination system's checkered history-- and it surprised me to discover I'd forgotten very little of what I'd already learned before. In 2001 I began learning about the Tarot in earnest, and my practice has grown rigorously since then. It really seems to have reformed the way my brain categorizes imagery and experiences. Professionally, I've given countless readings, taught lessons, and mentored others as they've cultivated their own relationship with the cards, but my personal relationship with them is much harder to define. In a way, they are family to me; they are always nearby and I'm always expecting them to drop into my life unannounced with some new bit or information or reassurance. They flavor my dreams as well as my waking life.
I am currently working on my own book/deck proposal and look forward to the day when I am able to do readings with a deck of my own creation. Until then, Arcanalogue is the next best thing!
I currently live in New York City, where the rest of my attention is divided by my career as a freelance writer/editor. Add me on Facebook! I post updates there whenever I complete a new card. Twitter, too. You can learn more about me at http://tomblunt.com.