To me, The Wildwood is a deep deck with a primordial connection. I didn’t choose it, it was The Wildwood itself that mimicked me, and in so doing was very obviously interested in being with me. I love my Wildwood, and I’d never know whether it’s a jealous deck because to me there’s nowhere near any competition ever. It’s my first, my last, my forever.
In that place of collective subconscious archetype, where the spirit walks the world on a road of personal myth; The Wildwood is my one and only card companion.
When I say that I love The Wildwood; that’s what it is. It isn’t: ”Oh, Nice Cards.”
That said; yeah I love many decks to pieces, because I’m really passionate about the tarot! Those are decks I could write 300-pages of lovesong for, and I don’t think that I love those any less than the one whom loves them the most! AND I rarely use my Wildwood. (I don’t pull it out of my cabinet just to find out whether to choose this-or-that in the daily workings of life, nor do I read for or about other people with it.)
But I’m a Wildwooder; and because it’s so immensely personal to my core; sometimes I actually wonder whether this deck is made for other people at all.
I know that it is, and that it’s forest is crowded, actually. But somehow it relates Just You And Me.
I’d say though, to anyone whom wonders whether to get this deck: For me; I knew right away. If you don’t and you feel hesitant, well some people can’t read with this deck at all and don’t like it; and that’s a possibility that that could happen.
I guess I’m saying that it talked with me just looking at the cards over the internet; and it was never gonna be not readable because it read from the moment I gazed the first card. Not just read; it was an open gateway of massive two-way communication that knew me already; and to be abundantly clear; I already knew The Wildwood too!
It’s my dear dear companion, and no, I don’t think from your description that it relates the same with us all...
But for all of us whom have received personal invitations; it’s just not a shallow acquaintance.
Thank goodness for The Wildwood!
You know, you can take my collection; but you can never take my Wildwood — as it grows within and without everything, myself included.
I can’t write a love song about it, because it goes beyond words.