By Julia Cancilla

I never set out to be anyone’s confidante. I’d be a terrible therapist – I’m forgetful, I can’t find the right words a lot of the time, and honestly, I’m not even that good with people. But what I am good at is stillness – finding comfort in the quiet moments that many people rush to fill. In that stillness, I’ve noticed that people tend to find their voice. Not because I have any special talent for connection, but because sometimes a quiet space is all someone needs to finally hear themselves think.

That is one of the qualities that led me here: Six years of reading tarot professionally, listening to strangers spill their deepest secrets, childhood traumas, and that weird thing they do when nobody is watching over a deck of pretty cards.

Let me be clear, I don’t have any special powers or profound wisdom to share. I am simply reading the cards: Mirrors reflecting back what we already know but aren’t facing. While I don’t have all the answers, about one thousand readings later, I’ve noticed something fascinating. Humans are wonderfully, hilariously predictable, all sharing the same struggles with different details — and the cards always have the same, consistent answers.