Yesterday I had my tarot read.

The experience was golden for me. It was atmospheric, jovial, educational, uplifting, provocative and thought provoking. Sometimes when I have a tarot reading the result is interesting but doesn’t always relate much to the world I understand. Granted… perhaps the reading would be more suited to areas I am not familiar with or not introduced to yet… I can live with that. But the reading I experienced yesterday was one that sang of my life as it is, was and will be. I don’t doubt any part of it in the least.

One thing that was told to me was to watch out for my front tire. This was a small piece of information amongst some wonderful life morsels and, at the time, it didn’t feel all that vital as I had not had any reason to worry of such things. Tonight, however, I hit the front tire while turning around my car out of a driveway on Genesse St. There was a small curb that I did not see and I ran into it. I walked out to look and laughed. Here was something already coming to light… with a validation to me that my world is filled with hope and some very good fortune.

Before I went to the reading yesterday I had been in a dark place for several days because I had grabbed ahold of the power of the result. Put simply I had run amok in self will and confusion was that result. This is never a place of sanity for me. I feel the world plotting and the my spirit just goes missing. There are answers for this sort of place. There are solutions. I don’t always jump right in and grab them because I do believe that a lot of humans find an addiction in drama. Woe is me. The fact (for me) will always remain very simple in its complexity. I need communication. If I do not get it I create it. If I create it I am inclined to imagine the worst. Why? Because, I suppose, it is much easier to expect the worst because that way you are prepared for it.

When I arrived at the wonderful Fiona’s place yesterday I wanted the tarot to be a diversion. Naturally I wanted to hear things that would validate my current drought of joy and send me soaring into the solution. Damned if that isn’t exactly what happened. I listened. I talked. I smiled. I remembered that I am very, very human and, most importantly, I was reminded that I was sitting in something that I need only stand up to remove myself from.

From the point of leaving that reading through to this evening, my mood, my life and my outlook has changed completely. I am back in that proverbial sunlight of the spirit. I am lifted from the veil of doubt and doom. I am ready to begin again to the best of my ability. Once I changed my outlook the events simply followed suit. A magnificent speaker at a meeting, a good friend with advice on the phone, a wonderful night of uninterrupted sleep and the discovery of a new friend on Sunday afternoon.

But walking through problems… even just experiencing them can be absolutely necessary. I am aware that every single dark place I inhabit I am learning and being what is necessary for me to grow, change and become the ‘better’ person. You see, everything happens for a reason. I don’t always know what that reason may be. Sometimes I don’t agree with the reason… but inevitably if I question it I will learn in the future that what has resulted from whatever it is makes sense.

To all those out there who shaped my life this weekend and helped me move back into the sunlight of MY spirit (Fiona, Ron, Lila, Greg, James).

I start a new week with a much missed hope.

Be Happy. Be Well. Be.

Posted: 06|7|09 at 10:39 pm. Filed under: What If I Told you....

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