I lost my Faeries Oracle cards about three months ago, and now that I’ve obtained a new set I wonder if the loss of the old ones was a sacrifice to order out of disorder, to not getting too attached to things, but appreciating the things you have. I don’t know. It’s a mystery. But I’m glad they’re back.


Perhaps your cards went off on a journey of their own? A well loved deck of the Greenwood Tarot did something similar to me last year, and I was happy that I had a spare deck tucked away to work with. Wherever my cards are these days, I hope they are having adventures and conveying a little wisdom to the person holding them.
That’s what I’m hoping, that someone found them who’ll get something out of them. I’m much more appreciative of them this time around, myself.