We walked around the square, our clothes damp with sweat. I really wanted a tarot reading; it seemed a good idea to seek advice and knowledge like that since we were on our honeymoon. I wasn’t sure how much I believed in the tarot cards but the times I had been read or read on someone else had been interesting. Being in the city that was home of the Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau didn’t hurt either, it increased the lure.
The men and women that sat with umbrellas, large tables, extra chairs and big signs with names and prices made me nervous. They didn’t seem authentic, they also, in large part, looked like hippies and not like what I would expect a tarot reader in New Orleans to look like.
We were towards the end of one side of the square, ready to turn and head back to the hotel when I spotted her. Her brown skin was glistening with sweat since she had no umbrella, only a tiny table, two extra chairs, her purse and her tarot cards. I pulled my husband along with me, this was her. She smiled at me and sealed the deal, there was a connection and I wanted her to read for me.
I asked how much she charged, it was like a dream, she worked for donation only; we could decide what her reading was worth. Not that I am cheap, but spiritual guidance is a bit more genuine when no one has to be concerned about cost and getting their money’s worth.
We pulled our cards from the deck, focusing on each one and taking deep breaths. Our reader didn’t ask our names nor offer hers and she narrated softly as she took each set of cards from us.
The reading was the most amazing I have ever had. She brought up our relationship and nailed each of us for our strengths and weaknesses, she talked about a recent family rift on my husband’s side, she discussed our jobs and what we needed to do to be successful. Specifically she told me my crafting (knitting, sewing,etc.) would be very successful if I kept creating and working towards my goal. Then she told me that if I wanted my writing to work out, I have to give it more time and effort and get over my fear of rejection. Which is true…
What blew my mind is how specific she was….and how beautiful New Orleans was!