She sat on a chair under a stairwell, reading a book and not paying much attention to the crowd swirling around her. I had walked past her once, a neon sign announcing "Psychic Readings" to her right, and then I circled back out of curiosity. It was time for me to do my monthly "thing I've never done before," and this would certainly fill that bill.
I had planned on another activity for this month, one associated with the writers' conference I was in Baltimore to attend, but you know what they say about the best laid plans. Didn't happen.
So, I needed a replacement and I had stumbled on it, quite by accident. Well, that's what I thought at the time. I took the fee out of my wallet and laid it in front of her, and I asked for a palm reading. She put her book down and smiled. Then she asked me to put my right hand, palm up, in front of her on the table.
"You have a very long life line. You will live a long life." She looked up at me, and met my eyes. "Do you know this?" My words tripped over each other at her strange wording. "Well, I guess it's in my genes," I finally managed. After all, my father lived until he was 86 and my mother celebrates her 86th next week. But lots of people have relatives who live into their 80s these days. Good guess.
Then she asked me if I was considering any large purchases, like a house or a car. "No," I said. Her eyes remained on my palm. "Well, I see a large investment of some kind, and it will come in January. It will be a good thing for you, so I want you to go ahead. And I don't want you to worry about it." She looked up again, as I thought that her statement could apply to anyone. I'm still not too impressed yet.
"You are a good communicator." She looked up at me. "Do you know this?" To be honest, I think that's one of the things I'm best at. "Yes, I think I do," I said to her.
"What do you do for a living?" she asked. "I'm a writer," answered. She smiled, as if to say, "Of course!" Then she went on: "Something good is going to happen with your work, and it will happen in August. I don't want you to worry about anything. It will be fine," she said. By this time, I'm hoping that she's seeing that my manuscript will sell in August and I will be buying my Z in January. Seemed to fit to me, but I don't really believe in this stuff.
"Your personal life has had its ups and downs. Do you know this?" she offered next. Gulp.....where did THAT come from, I thought? I nodded. And then she looked at me and said, "Tell me about the person with the [insert initial here.]" She had spoken the initial that made perfect sense to me, the only one that fit. Double gulp. So, I told her. She asked where that person was now. I answered. She said that I needed to close that door once and for all, and that all would be well. "You will find happiness," she said as she leaned back in her chair.
My time was up. I have no idea what to think about that, but I sure hope it's not like my dance lessons and I can't stop.
I had planned on another activity for this month, one associated with the writers' conference I was in Baltimore to attend, but you know what they say about the best laid plans. Didn't happen.
So, I needed a replacement and I had stumbled on it, quite by accident. Well, that's what I thought at the time. I took the fee out of my wallet and laid it in front of her, and I asked for a palm reading. She put her book down and smiled. Then she asked me to put my right hand, palm up, in front of her on the table.
"You have a very long life line. You will live a long life." She looked up at me, and met my eyes. "Do you know this?" My words tripped over each other at her strange wording. "Well, I guess it's in my genes," I finally managed. After all, my father lived until he was 86 and my mother celebrates her 86th next week. But lots of people have relatives who live into their 80s these days. Good guess.
Then she asked me if I was considering any large purchases, like a house or a car. "No," I said. Her eyes remained on my palm. "Well, I see a large investment of some kind, and it will come in January. It will be a good thing for you, so I want you to go ahead. And I don't want you to worry about it." She looked up again, as I thought that her statement could apply to anyone. I'm still not too impressed yet.
"You are a good communicator." She looked up at me. "Do you know this?" To be honest, I think that's one of the things I'm best at. "Yes, I think I do," I said to her.
"What do you do for a living?" she asked. "I'm a writer," answered. She smiled, as if to say, "Of course!" Then she went on: "Something good is going to happen with your work, and it will happen in August. I don't want you to worry about anything. It will be fine," she said. By this time, I'm hoping that she's seeing that my manuscript will sell in August and I will be buying my Z in January. Seemed to fit to me, but I don't really believe in this stuff.
"Your personal life has had its ups and downs. Do you know this?" she offered next. Gulp.....where did THAT come from, I thought? I nodded. And then she looked at me and said, "Tell me about the person with the [insert initial here.]" She had spoken the initial that made perfect sense to me, the only one that fit. Double gulp. So, I told her. She asked where that person was now. I answered. She said that I needed to close that door once and for all, and that all would be well. "You will find happiness," she said as she leaned back in her chair.
My time was up. I have no idea what to think about that, but I sure hope it's not like my dance lessons and I can't stop.
“The key to the universe lies dormant within the self, waiting to awaken through self-discovery”
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