The Tower– A Love Note.

As far as The Sisters Enchanted goes, I, Anna, share far fewer personal stories than Sara. But in these trying and often disappointing times (canceled events abound), I felt like it was a good time to share a story. This is a little bit about me and a little about that infamous Tarot card, The Tower.

If you have been following us here at The Sisters Enchanted for any length of time you will know that I have a consistent, sometimes nagging, sometimes humorous, relationship with the Tower card. For a long time, it fell out of my card decks regularly and was the first card I pulled from every new deck (like every new deck… seriously). At first, I was concerned! I was like, “What is going to happen to me!” or “Does the Tarot hate me?” 

For a while, nothing happened to me and this Tower fiasco made no sense. Life continued on and the Tower kept tumbling out of decks as I shuffled, making me chuckle, reassuring me that, no, my cards did not hate me. And it kind of became a joke. A joke about me being haunted by the Tower card with the cards laughing along with me. 

Over the years though I have had my share of Tower moments. Were they moments that shook me to my core? Brought me down to my knees? No, they weren’t. They were big changes, for sure. I made a huge move and uprooted myself from a life I had lived for 8 years, navigated co-parenting (I am now proud to be a part of a superhero level of co-parenting). About 7 months later I left a job, abruptly, that I had had for almost 9 years. I left behind many supporting players in my life as well as letting go of any consistency I had relied upon. 

Tower moments? I guess so, perhaps…  

When leaving my full-time job, I hopped aboard more fully here at The Sisters Enchanted. Stepping into the Student Success Sorceress you know today. Behind the scenes, my life took another change. I caught back up with an old friend. Someone I’d known since I was 14. He had been my best friend all through high school, and for some years after, we then parted ways as old friends do and lived lives. But while I was having my own little shower of Towers, so was he. And when the dust and rubble settled, we somehow managed to find a way back into each other’s lives and that friendship evolved into a partnership. Want to know the kicker? His last name is Tower. 

And again, if you have been following us around here, you will know that my real-life Tower and I got hitched this past week (listen in on our podcast episode dropping April 8 to hear more!). So now the Tower card, my tarot stalker will be my last name. And if this, my friends, is not a Tower moment, I don’t know what is.

Maybe all those Towers that came tumbling out were littles reminders that even though things don’t always go as planned, and we will most certainly change, or be uprooted, there might be a Tower moment just ahead that you can look forward to. 

With Love, Light, Shadows, and Towers, 

Anna 

(Here’s A little Tower Spread I made, just for you.)