Have you had a Tarot Card Reading?

For Christmas, Lena, a parent of one of my kindergarteners gave me a gift certificate to have my cards read. Having never done this before, I was a wee bit apprehensive. Would the Reader tell me something I was not ready to hear? Was Tarot Reading for Real or just a side show at a Carnival of Fair?

The day before New Year's Lena called and asked if we might not go the next day....New Year's...new adventure. I said yes. On our ride over to Hingham, we agreed that she would go first and I would listen and be the scribe. That way I could become more relaxed with the whole idea.

The Tarot Reader was an older woman with silver gray strands peppered throughout her brown hair.  She was playing a game of solitaire on the computer as we walked into the small comfortable office that she called home.   Turning towards us, and looking straight into my eyes she remarked, "Well, you are an old soul I see and have come around many times.  I am most excited about reading YOUR cards!"  Oh my, my hands began to sweat.  I assured her that Lena was going first and that I would follow.  For Lena, I would act as a scribe and take notes.  That would keep my eyes concentrated on the task at hand and my mind free to think about what was being said.  I asked if she minded if I took pictures.  "Oh, no...not at all", she said, "Some people even videotape a session."

All to soon, it was my turn.  Lena and I exchanged seats.  Once again the Red Book came out.

I sat calmly as she described Papa, Will, Zach and Aaron.  She knew Aaron had passed but she said "his energy was bouncing off the walls because he wanted to tell me he loved my hair long once more and that "he was in the place he needed to be."

Then it was time for the cards.  "Choose twenty", she said.

"An ancient soul, a nurturer of life

Sitting around a campfire with

herbs and wild flowers administering

to the needs of others."

"A storyteller, writing comes easy

A teacher of life with Great Truths

Reveiled from a Native American Way."

"A wedding and a graduation

Grandbabies four to six

A long life, a set of twins

A record of my life."

In the end, what can I say?  For the most part, she didn't tell me anything I didn't know.  That a young man should show up at the reading gave me no surprise...for do not I know his energy is always with me...do I not feel his presence surround me as I go about my tasks of living each day?  As for the wedding....I'm wondering who?  And the degree?  But one thing I do know, come this Spring, I will plant cabbages four to six!  For did not my Mother tell me long ago, "Babies come from Cabbages!"