A few amusing things worth sharing.
The most recent was a reading over zoom with a woman whose husband passed away. I realized I was using a lot of hand gestures to explain what he was saying to me that she couldn’t see. I moved the camera down to focus a little bit lower. The thought occured to me that even though I had reconstructive surgery (post-breast cancer), my chest was still (being tactful right now) pretty modest. This is not a thought I would normally have during a reading and then…. wait just a minute … I share this with my sitter, recognizing that this was her husband’s opinion, not mine. She laughs, and shares that she recently realized he was ‘a boob guy.’ Wow, I see in every reading that people take their personalities with them but I guess their ‘preferences’ go with them too.
I was reading for a woman and we were connecting with her loving grandmother. I was saying something about this woman that, I guess, sounded like I was comparing her (favorably of course) against others but was a bit of a put down to the others. Suddenly I felt a pinprick on my chin. There is no other explanation for that sudden sensation. I ask my sitter about this and apparently, if her grandmother didn’t like what you said or did, she just might flick you. Guess she wasn’t a fan of comparing people and I will likely not forget that, I mean flick me once….
About a month ago I was out on a morning walk. My attention was drawn across the street where I notice a man walking a dog who is wearing an Elizabethan collar, you know, the embarrassing post-surgery kind. I feel that I should offer healing energy to the dog. I put my mask up, get close enough after trotting across the street to catch up to the two of them but not getting too close. I tell the man I do energy work and ask if it would be okay to give his dog some healing energy. He starts to tell me that his dog is a service dog, just had surgery and ….I stopped hearing him as I see him defensively trying to away from me about as quickly as he could. Not sure what he thought I was really asking. I grumble to myself – damn, I should have just asked the dog. I laughed at myself because that thought sounded ridiculous. Then I laughed at myself because I really meant it. 🙂
Connecting with Noelle 