“Just write.” Is what the psychic told me this afternoon. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had my cards read – I think the last time was in the summer of 2008 in Sedona.
And I think that psychic told me to write as well. The psychic in Sedona also talked about my “spirit guide” (that I should give my will over to him) and the psychic at the Ren Faire today told me to follow my “holy guardian angel(s)”. Interesting.
But yeah, in my conversation with the psychic today – RozeLisa is her name (and I shall henceforth refer to her as such) – she said I should write. I said, “Write what? Like work stuff or fiction or what?” And she said “I don’t know, just write.” So yeah, here I am writing.
When I started this blog, I posted every day for about a year. Then I started to take a few days off here and there, and eventually I got to where I’ve been for the last few weeks – probably averaging two posts per week. Man, do I hate bloggers that post about blogging or their blog-habits – almost as much as I hate blog posts that start with things along the lines of “sorry I haven’t posted in so long…”
So that’s enough situational reference for me.
Today was a good day. I woke up, showered and hung out with my brother for about an hour before Katie and Scott arrived (in separate cars) at my house. We shot the shit for a bit, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes, and headed off to the Renaissance Faire. We met Heather Rolland (yes, the famous author), her husband Tom Moeller, her daughter Maya and Maya’s friend Chelsea at the Cock ‘n Balls Bull just inside the gate, and headed out to explore for the day. While we were at the knife-throwning show, Christine (Laila Jo’s mommy) and her b/f Ryan called me to say that they had arrived. I wandered over to the Kissing Bridge to pick them up, waited a few minutes and recieved a text that they were at the stage where the knife-throwing show was. So I sauntered back over that way. By that time, our cousin Danny and his girlfriend Pauline had arrived. I think. Maybe they got there sooner.
After the show, we rolled out – 12 deep – to check out the rest of the Faire. It was a good day. As is commonly done with a group that large, we split up into smaller cells and did things separately, occasionally meeting up to discuss what booty we had gathered or things we’d seen.
As we were wrapping up with the card reading, RozeLisa gave me her card and I gave her mine – pointing out this web address and stating that this is where I predominantly write. She noticed that my card says Wyckoff on it and I explained that I live in Ridgewood. RozeLisa then said that she’s opening up a shop in Ridgewood – about a block away from my dad’s store, as a matter of fact.
I think I’m going to see RozeLisa again in a couple of months – I don’t think the Ren Faire is the place for me to get psychic readings anymore: it’s too busy; too many people. Whether it’s taxing on a psychic, I couldn’t say, but I don’t see how that kind of a situation wouldn’t be. Plus, I can’t imagine that the tarot cards have that much of an opportunity to be cleared of the last person’s energy and fully accept mine with such a high turnover rate of clients.
I think that next time I’ll ask RozeLisa if we can use her future-seeing cards, instead of the ones that read the recent past – most of the stuff that came through the cards had just happened to me in the past couple of weeks.
No real luck to speak of on the “will I find love” question (at least not from the cards). I’ve sent out a couple of emails on okCupid in the last week (no responses, but that’s t be expected). RozeLisa said that I should probably get out more, and that I should basically man-up and make my own decisions and be confident in them – that they’re the right ones.
I’m in a pretty good head-space right now: I didn’t really have any particular questions in mind when I sat down to have my cards read (which probably explains the lack of granularity in the reading). I’ve been making my own decisions and following through with them, and I feel comfortable that they’re the right ones. Mercury is in retrograde for the next couple of weeks, so I’ll be careful with my communications and try not to misread anything.
I’m taking Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off from work this week and will spend that time in the Adirondacks, bagging peaks and sleeping in the woods. Right now, it looks like it’s going to rain the whole time. I’ll bring my raingear. I’m looking forward to the time alone. I’ll reflect and get centered.
November is National Novel Writing Month, so it looks like this is my year to get on that. Any novel suggestions?