Upon reading the meeting of
Boho Girl and
Schmoopy, and their connecting experience, two women that are inspirations to me, I got inspired to write of my own experience.
Ever since I was very small I have been terrified of crossing over bridges. I still have to shut my eyes until the car reaches ground again (well...not when i am driving- don't be scared- but I do clutch the wheel and talk aloud to get me through). It is especially worse when crossing a long bridge over the sea. When my family and I would go on vacation to the beach , as a child, I used to have to sit on the floorboard of the car to at least feel some sort of grounding.
Everyone, including me, used to think it was because of my equilibrium- which may still be true since I can run into almost anything.
Then in college I had an experience that resonated and leaves me pondering even today. My boyfriend's mom had a friend from Australia that was a psychic, known well in both the United States and Australia. She came to the U.S. by request because so many wanted to see her again. My boyfriend, at the time, put me on her request list months in advance and so I was able to go have a reading.
I drove to a rented condo, not sure at all what to expect, and a little weary of the surroundings.
But once I entered I felt, still unsure, but a definite peace. She asked my birthdate.
Then she had me lay down and covered me in hand-painted scarves, much like the one pictured. She at once began taking the negative energy away from me, and I at once fell into a lucid sleep. I was aware but so heavy I could not move.
Upon waking, she began to tell me what she had felt. I listened and she spoke mainly about my past lives, and I began to speculate, because I felt it was too easy. Then she told me that in one of my past lives that I was part of a tribe and that my people were being moved out of our land by force. And that we passed over bridge after bridge after bridge. And that I was fearful.
My mouth dropped and tears welled in my eyes. I stopped her and told her of my lifelong fear of bridges- she replied- I know. She then gave me a list of my numbers that will/are prominent in my life and that she would make me a hand-painted scarf, and that the colors would represent the date I was born.
I received it a few weeks later and upon opening it I felt such a connection. The purple for my birthdate and the color everyone says reminds them of me. The blue for water- fluid, sensitive- full sun and moon pisces- I was born on an eclipse.
I am not sure what this experience means, but it's one I love to think about. And many times I pull out this scarf when I need a little soul guidance.
My best friend Amanda gave me the most wonderful 28th birthday party. I told her that I wanted to spend it with my family eating sweets! I arrived to her house with my mom and sisters to be welcomed to friends and yummy, delicious sweets. She made me little cakes in the shape of stars and there were delicious brownies, macaroons and pretty candies that we weren't sure we should eat because we thought maybe they weren't edible, ha! My sister, who is a Sous chef, brought homemade chips and salsa. We drank champagne and talked. Amanda's friend, Holly, brought all the neat stuff to make jewelry and we each got to design a necklace or a bracelet. I made a necklace with a small pendant that read "joy" and I hope to have lots of it this year. Oh, and Amanda got me this cute cupcake necklace and told me to wear it this summer and on Sundays ("just because"). She is probably the funniest person ever! I am so thankful to have amazing friends and family who inspire my creativity.
