There are a multitude of activities that can occupy your time. This weekend I've had quite the diverse mix that called up a wide range of emotions.
The weekend started in the usual way, with a late arrival home and a quiet Friday night (I find that by the time I get home and divest myself of a week's worth of stress, anxiety, late nights and early mornings, the best I can muster on a Friday night is a great glass of wine and the hope of a peaceful sleep). Saturday morning (after the blessing of that peaceful night sleep) I got up, made my coffee, grabbed my laptop and caught up on the world. I have to admit, part of me misses the days where I collected my newspapers and readied myself for my relaxed ritual of reading through, article by article, while I refilled my coffee as many times as was necessary. But technology wins this race so on-line I go. After getting sufficiently caught up, I begin to get ready for the day ahead and embark on my Saturday fun. And that is where the "average" ends.
The highlight of the weekend was most certainly the art opening that featured the work of my youngest son. It's an amazing thing when you can separate yourself from the moment and take a snapshot of what it means in the broader landscape of your life. As I watched my boy move about the crowd, answer questions, accept accolades and take moments from the fray to hang with his "Ma" I knew that whatever mistakes I had made in raising him, whatever challenges had presented themselves to him, he had the wisdom, strength and compassion (which he would not admit to save his life) to overcome them all. He had become a man and the man he became was good.
Before that I was lucky to enjoy what is becoming a more and more regular dinner at my girlfriend's home filled with laughter and love and antics involving her own quirky, comical and charming son and daughter who is becoming a wonderful, smart and accomplished young woman before our very eyes. As we share stories and jokes I wonder who these young people will become. What lies ahead of them? There are so many paths open to them but the certainty for me is that I look forward to being friends with them when they are adults too.
But the most unusual piece of the weekend by far was part one... My visit to the Psychic Fair. Now before you make your judgements and condescending remarks, know that I believe there is something in all of us, that when listened to with regard, can make positive impacts in our lives. Call it intuition... gut feeling... whatever, there is something there and I know that whenever I have ignored that, I have been worse off. Maybe not right away but always. At some point. Worse. My oldest son's partner was hosting the event and in support of her and out of pure curiosity, off I went. After walking around for a while, I settled on a numerologist (what could be made up with numbers, after all?) and gave her my full name.
After she did her analysis and provided me the results, this is what stood out. I'm not good at relationships.
I didn't need a psychic to tell me that.
Of course, she said a lot more than that. Past life stuff... Current life stuff... But the big one was, despite what may seem contradictory in my other "gifts" relationships are not my thing.
Note to self.... No more numerologists and work on that relationship thing. In no particular order.
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