This book is not here to predict your future. It is here to reflect your present.

In almost every tarot deck ever created, The Fool is a young man in rags standing at the edge of a cliff — completely unaware of how close he is to falling. Reckless. Dreaming. About to make a terrible mistake.

In my deck, he is leaping across a stream. His right foot is already reaching for the other bank. He knows exactly where he is going. He is not in rags. His eyes are clear, attentive, decided. The wolf beside him is calm. The other side is welcoming, open.

He is not falling. He is choosing.

I drew this card while I was eight months pregnant. I drew it in the middle of the night, arguing with my artist about the angle of his shoulders — whether his expression should carry fear or certainty. We chose certainty. And the morning after I finished him, my son was born.

The Fool was finished. Then the real Fool arrived.

This is where we begin. Not at the top of a mountain. Not in a perfect meditative state. We begin exactly where you are — standing at the edge of something. One foot already knowing. The rest of you catching up.