Innocence as a Beginning

A simple seeker was lost in thought. What thought? She was meditating
on The Fool, the Tarot’s anti-hero, or so he seems to be, at least as
he begins his journey through Life. He isn’t even given a number, unless
zero can be considered as such.

Like herself, or as she sometimes is, he seems to be full of high hopes
and self-confidence. But, again, as she once was …

How are you any different, now?

I don’t quite fit the picture any more, if I ever did.

In what way?

The Fool, at the beginning of his journey, has no real life experience
and is totally unaware of personal dangers, let alone those that are
waiting for him, somewhere down the line. He’s lost in thought, enjoying
the perfume of the rose in his hand. He doesn’t see the cliff he is
about to step off, into a high altitude. Even his small, four-legged
companion seems unable to warn him. But, perhaps we were all innocent
at some time in our past.

What would it look like?

The Fool, I guess.

Yes, and yet, as the Tarot’s Fool will discover through experience,
innocence is a beginning – the only possible beginning, of our life’s
journey; our mission to discover who and what we each are.

Only a beginning?

Yes, but an important one.

In the sense that we have to start somewhere?

Yes, or something like that.

We have to start somewhere

Grass-Roots Spiritual Philosophy

Our simple seeker was lost in thought. What thought? She was meditating
on The Fool, the tarot’s anti-here, or so he seemed to be, at least as he
begins his journey through life. He isn’t even given a number, unless
zero can be considered as such.

Like herself, or as she sometimes is, he seems to be full of high hopes
and self-confidence, but, again, as she once was, …

How are you any different, now?

I don’t quite fit the picture.

In what way?

The Fool, at the beginning of his journey, has no real life experience
and is totally unaware of immediate dangers, let alone those that are
waiting for him somewhere down the line. He’s lost in thought, enjoying
the perfume of the rose in his hand. He doesn’t see the cliff he is
about to step off, into a high altitude. Even his small four-legged
companion seems unable to warn him. Perhaps we were all innocents at
some time in our past.

What would it look like?

What?

Innocence.

The Fool, I guess.

Yes, and yet as the tarot’s Fool will discover through experience,
innocence is a beginning – the only possible beginning, of our life’s
journey, our mission to discover who and what we each are.

Only a beginning?

Yes, but an important one.

In the sense that we have to start somewhere?

Yes, or something like that.