I
met a woman at a writing conference after giving a poetry lecture and she asked
me if I wanted to have my cards read. In fact, now that I think about it, it
wasn’t so much as her asking me, but rather her telling me that I needed to sit
down and have a session with her. Most people that know me, know that I believe
in fate, that I believe in love, that I believe that everything happens for a
reason. I think that people are put in our lives for specific reasons and that
we take something from each and every encounter we have with them. So when this
opportunity presented itself, I didn’t think twice about it. I sat down in an
empty room with her and she read my cards, detailing the next year of my life.
She
told me some things that I laughed at, things that I never thought I’d have a
fighting chance with, and then she told me some things that immediately made my
heart fall, that took my breath away. It was one of the first times in my life
that I was truly speechless, and I remember sitting there, staring at the cards
in utter shock, disbelief and awe.
I was skeptical until certain things started happening, until situations began to present themselves. The stack of coincidences was getting too high for me to ignore what was being put right in front of my face.
And
now I’m coming up on that year mark and the more I think about those
predictions, about what the universe has already put in motion, how it’s broken
me, how it’s blessed me, I’m wondering how this is all going to play out. A
year ago, I was a completely different person; someone that even now, looking
back, I don’t even recognize. This past year has taught me more about living
than any other time in my life, and if that woman is right, if the words she
said to me when I left that room prove true, then these next couple of months
are going to be very interesting for
me.
Now,
like I said, I believe in fate, but I also believe that we can create our own
destiny. So change is in the air for me--that much I know is true--but the more I think about it, the
more I think that that air is starting to smell like chicory coffee and voodoo, that those
nights are beginning to feel a lot like magic. And if I'm the one looking into my future, I'm seeing nights spent writing at Lafitte's Blacksmith Bar, mornings spent on the Mississippi River listening to Jazz.
Oh, and a new book.
Ah, yes. A beautiful, crazy, horrific, new book.
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