I love people who claim to know the future -- one of my favorite times at the Mind, Body, Spirit Festival was when I picked out a white dude in a Native American tribal outfit. The clincher -- he called himself One Feather. Indeed, he had one feather in his hand by which he claimed he could divine my next year. After asking my first and middle name, he said, "Michelle Marie, will you marry me?" I knew I had picked the head crackpot and was pleased with myself. I can, if nothing else, spot a good time.
One Feather told me that my mother was a literal snake charmer (spooky given her propensity for the evil creatures), and I was a metaphorical one. This gave me the confidence I needed to continue with my day. I can't remember what else he said. Unlike my friend Sharon, I always forget to brings tapes to record the prophecies and see if they are accurate. I guess I really don't go for that reason. The future will be whatever it will be, que sera sera. It's more for shoring up about the present, which, of course, is the hardest place to be. (Hence the need for a million different books on being present, staying present, loving the now, etc.) After our prophecies from One Feather, my buddy and I took off for a dinner at the Macaroni Grill where we examined all the options, so much of it bad for us, hard on the heart.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I do not know many survivors." James Baldwin
Cocktail Hour
Okay -- I LOVED Shannon Day's weekly astrology on Tarot.com. I was so unhappy to see her Skyvibe gone, replaced with someone else who is not near as fun. Please come back, Shannon! I need my weekend fun!
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday!
5 comments:
If I were a white guy trying to divine the future I think I would at least have more credibility dressed as a white guy trying to divine the future than pretending to be an aboriginal person with parlor trick shamanic abilities.
PD don't you find that there is enough mysticism in the present to satisfy your desire to know your course into the future?
Macaroni grill is one of Lana and my favorites. I know I don't have second sight though. I'm lucky to have first.
Honey bun, I swear we attract the same batch of whackos! Altho I've never officially had a reading done, over the years a number of people have spontaniously "seen" into my future... xo
Sounds like you remembered what you needed to about One Feather. And he was so smart to ask you to marry him--his loss, but it was a nice try, wasn't it?
I've always wanted to go to a fortune teller. There was one in Roanoke that I always found tempting. Wonderful neon hand for a sign. But my face gives away my every emotion. I'd be a cheap date. xo
Once a bunch of us went for brunch in the French Quarter. Afterwards 2 of our group wanted to get their cards read at one of the Voodoo shops, so we wandered over to do it. Afterwards, it turned out they'd both been given the exact, same reading...And the people running the store knew we were all together, to begin with! Needless to say, I'm glad I saved my money. (I do my own readings, anyway. More as a guide & meditative tool than anything else.)
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