While in Sao Paulo, I did a bunch of Tarot readings. I did five in a row that hit on all cylinders, just dead-on stuff: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in a legal conflict with a man who has disappointed you, and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re involved in athletics\u00e2\u20ac\u009d were my first words to a woman who then revealed she was a gym teacher in the midst of a divorce.<\/p>\n
Then P. comes in and I read the first cards.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she says.<\/p>\n
I read the next cards.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not at all, I just don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t relate to that.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Next cards.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153In fact,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she says, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the opposite.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
You get that fear in the pit of your stomach. Every reader knows that fear. I never doubt I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m good; I always have those killer gym teacher readings when I have moments of wondering, but sometimes, everything just stops working, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pit of the stomach time.<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath, let go of the fear, breathed back in the knowledge that I was in the right place, at the right time, saying the right thing.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t working\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said, washing the layout and pulling in all the cards.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It never works for me\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she said (through Lulu, who was translating). \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve had readings before and this is what happens.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Ah! This tells me something. This is about connection.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Listen. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to do this. Look in my eyes and stay with me. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look at Lulu; she can translate without seeing your face. Stay with me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
I shuffle the cards without breaking eye contact, and fan them out on the table.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stay in contact here.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I place my hands gently over hers, and ask her to pick a card from the fan. I read the card.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
We do it again. Eye contact. Hand contact. Slowly pick a card. Read it.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s true.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Six cards that way. Six isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a lot for a reading, but the process was slow. And powerful.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re reading\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I say. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve broken through. There was a wall, but we broke it down together. You never again have to say that readings don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t work for you. You can always break this wall.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
We hugged. It was\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6beautiful. One of the highlights of my trip.<\/p>\n
Obrigada, P.<\/p>\n
(Cross-posted<\/a> at my home-sweet-home blog.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" While in Sao Paulo, I did a bunch of Tarot readings. I did five in a row that hit on all cylinders, just dead-on stuff: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in a legal conflict with a man who has disappointed you, and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re involved … Continue reading