Sunday, October 01, 2006
The Spirits Are Talking
It's a strange choice, but every now and then I'll end up at Dave and Busters for lunch, a kind of souped-up TGIFs with a huge back room of video games, games I only glance when I make my way to the bathroom. For some reason, a lot of people I know love the food there, and it's next to a bookstore so what's not to love? I never play video games or skeetball, never sit in a virtual reality car (having a bad enough time with real ones -- Snowflake can attest to the horror of my driving!). That said, there is one thing I never miss. On the way out, a fortune-telling machine makes strange noises, much like the one in the movie Big, and I feel compelled to drop in a quarter and see what comes out. The machine says, The spirits are talking to me and tells you your favorite color. Then it spits out a little card with a fairly involved fortune. My last one said that a long-awaited letter was coming to me, that I liked gay music to dance (a lot of the fortunes contain ESL errors), and that ectasy caused me to exclaim. There's also a haiku in italics on top of the fortune and a drawing of a bird carrying a letter that says "LOVE."
I believe that the world gives you omens of what is to come if you are listening and sometimes in the most unlikely places. Once I wrote a note in a sympathy card and had a sudden flash that what I was saying would soon no longer apply -- the person did something to end the relationship within months. I guess it should come as no surprise that I get my moments of what little psychic ability I might have through writing, even writing that is not meant to be artistic in any way. It's the time when I am most myself, the stripped-down version without all the bullshit. I feel sad a lot when I write, but after a few pages, I become a different person, one who could like gay music to dance, one that could exclaim in ectasy if she weren't so busy trying to listen to the spirits.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often." Erich Fromm
Drinking music suggestion: Tom Waits, Frank's Wild Years
Benedictions and Maledictions
Thanks to all my commenters for all your kind words that keep me going! Here's a Sunday question, should you care to answer it. When are you most yourself?