It was a day like any other for me … a series of calls, issues to resolve, and before me … the afternoon.
I felt it. A tug. A whisper.
Go. The voice said.
I looked up the number, jotted it down, and just as quickly, discarded it.
Moments after that, I dug it from the trash.
Seconds later …. I called.
“I’ll take a 4:30 with Maggie, if she has an opening that is.”
“Why yes she does. I’ll put you down for then.”
At 4:24 I parked my car, grabbed my purse and sauntered into a shop familiar to me. A store packed with geodes and gems, incense and stones, and, honestly, many things I just don’t “get.”
But it was her warm smile that met me. Her warm embrace that I appreciated.
Her calling me in … for a reading.
And even though eventually she said what I mostly already know, there was comfort in what was said.
Trust yourself. You .. know. You can… and you will.
We talked about many things.
My journey. My spiritual path. Those around me. The good ones – Hubbs, the boys, and certain friends and family members. The not-so-good ones: a superior, a couple of co-workers and the wolves disguised as comrades.
And when the time was up, there we were.
She 70. Me 51.
Only known to each other for a few years but, somehow, we know each other much longer than that.
I trust her.
She adores me.
And at the end… another invitation. To visit a group. A group of like-minded souls on a similar path.
2 years ago I was afraid.
1 year ago I was uncertain.
Today .. I have the information and have tabled it because I make my best decisions when I have time to think about them.
What are your thoughts on “spiritual readings?”