Okay, so many of you out there will be the same as my mother and father; complete sceptics of tarot cards, meditation and the power of the universe. Hell you probably mock it and those who believe, thinking they are strange hippies and easily conned.
I however like the whole thing. I am not dedicated to it, I don't do it all the time so I still look upon it like a small child when I do go to a meditation or play with an oracle book. A lot of times I have been shocked as to what shows up and how scary accurate it is to what is happening in my life (don't ever ask me about Hecate, that was a scary night).
On the other side is part of the meditation from last week.
There are different interpretations but I like how it relates to me.
Make snarky comments and stay in your rut, but know this; meditation has real benefits for your life and well being. Hell, those who do meditate are happier, more well adjusted and live longer.
What are you afraid of? Meditate, deal with your internal blocks and become the person you want to be.
The platform is empty, the fluorescent lights glare above and I can’t see anything beyond in the dark. I know this station, I’ve been here many times with friends on trips to the city, this is where we had to change trains.
I shiver in the cold. Even bundled into a heavy coat and wrapped in a scarf I am cold standing behind the yellow line.
Without looking I reach my right hand out. He takes it. I move closer to him and lean into his tall (heated) frame and smile, grateful not to be alone and to be with someone I felt absolutely safe with.
Glancing at him, his face isn’t clear, I can’t focus on it as if it was permanently in my peripheral. I can tell he’s tall, dark haired and attractive and someone I trust.
By his foot is a wheelie suitcase.
I turn from it, looking away from the empty train tracks but he won’t let me spin to see the seats and vending machines behind us. Instead he pulls me over so I stand nose to his chest, a hand sitting on my waist as the other holds my right hand hostage.
Distantly we hear the train coming. I tighten my grip on his hand and with my free left, reach up and latch onto his jumper.
A chuckle rumbles in his chest. “It’s okay. You’ll be back,” and he kissed me on the forehead.