Yesterday I've started an intuitive tarot workshop at my mother's place: two lessons of three hours for a maximum of eight participants. We ended up being eight women of different ages looking at the Major Arcana, describing images and feelings and trying to write down some notes. Eight women, eight witches, eight human beings, everyone with her own experience of love, loss, gratitude, pain, hope, silence, rage, expectation. Curiously enough, when I asked them to choose and pick up a card each in order to create a story, all male triumphs, except the Hermit, were discarded.
And honestly as someone who goes searching in the dark, bringing a small lantern - a personal light, a thirst for inner knowledge -, I hardly see the Hermit as primarily male: he is everyone who consciously walks on a path outside the maps.