Around my mother’s candlelit dining table, several relatives sat beside me, each taking a turn to shuffle through a Rider Waite tarot deck. Each shared a specific concern before a handful of cards were selected at random and placed in the classic Celtic cross formation. In the wake of an aunt’s sudden and untimely death last year, my family reunited through a series of polite dinners and strained holiday events, our bonds reemerging after a long winter of estrangement. Gathered before the tarot, our presence served as an unlikely but inevitable means to deepen our reconciliation.