Yet, there is something other-worldly about her.
Almost like a mad librarian.
She smiles at me, as I take a seat at our dinner table.
“You know” she says, “I knew you’d be late.”
She let’s out a huge laugh. The other diners turn and stare at us.
She smiles at them sweetly.
Then, with a jerk, she grabs my hand and looks at me intensely.
“I have something to tell you!’ she whispers.
“What?” I ask, “What do you need to tell me?”
She leans back in her chair, still holding my hands tightly.
“You my dear, are very talented !”
She releases my hands, picks up her menu and begins perusing the choices.
I look at her a moment, waiting, to see if there is more.
But I get only silence, as her face stays hidden
behind the huge menu.
Well, that’s good enough, I think to myself,
as I pick up my own menu to look over.
“And”, she says, peeking her head over my menu startling me.
“There is magic everywhere!”
“It’s not life people are afraid of, but touching the magic in it! “
She pulls my menu down and peers at me.
“Do you understand?” she asks.
Wide-eyed, I stare at her a minute. Then as if by osmosis, I nod my head.
Yes, yes I understand.
“Good”, she says, relaxing her gaze. “Then we shall be good friends”.
She smiles at me widely and calls over the waiter.
I relax in my chair and smile to myself. This is going to be fun.
The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you could picture your intuition as a person, what would he or she look like? If you sat down together for dinner, what is the first thing he or she would tell you?