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Tapping Life's Shoulder
Paying attention to the undercurrents.
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Entry #289185, added on 05-06-04 @ 2:38 pm EDT
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My-5: Spirit SisterEntry #289185
Life was filled with triumphs and tragedies through much of my sixteenth year. My grandmother passed away that year and left a gaping hole in my existence. The emptiness felt by her departure manifests even to this day. In order to fully explain, I must travel back to my fifth year. It seems erratic to bounce back in time just as I was making leaps forward, but I must explain this woman fully and the impact she still has on me.

Margot was the proprietor of a sweet shop to the average pedestrian. But to the discerning, she was someone very special. Her secret room, behind the sugar-coated facade held mysteries and wonders sustained through her third eye vision. Margot was a reader of people. Her keen insights were valued by some of the Garden Districts most upstanding citizens who wouldn’t consider a major decision without benefit of Margot’s visionary interpretation on the matter first. It was not uncommon to see the occasional limousine parked in front of her quaint storefront and they weren’t patronizing her for the pralines.

Although my parents respected her talents, they tried their best to shield my innocence from things other worldly. Little did they know, Margot was inclined to share many of her secrets with me on the hot summer days I was fortunate enough to spend in her company within the secret room. She explained her technique of listening to Spirit and using the “gift” to help people. Sometimes her eyes projected a pool of wisdom that begged me to dive in head first. Margot mentored me in the art of white magic and nurtured the spirit she recognized since my birth. She sometimes called me her “Spirit Sister”.

She was a kind, gentle woman who was guided by the grace of God. She taught me to look for the good in people, because it is always there just waiting to be acknowledged. It was said she could never bring herself to share the bad news with anyone during a reading, instead choosing to see the good in every situation. She probably invented the phase, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”

It’s been suggested by more than a few that I’ve inherited some of her talents and in some way, I do sense a connection to Spirit much like hers. I’ll never be a reader like Margot, but I am grateful to her for opening a door that swings wide open almost every day. My Spirit soars and travels quite often, bringing back treasures and souvenirs that adorn me with insights to draw from in daily life. One lesson in particular has stuck with me more than any. Simply stated, it addresses those times in Life when peace and happiness seem elusive.. Those are the moments when one must quiet their mind, blocking out the static of daily life. Release the bodily constraints and allow time to stand still, just for a moment. Bathe in Spirit and drink it’s cleansing waters.

Take a moment each day….……just a moment……..……..and connect with Spirit…… and just listen. Margot taught me that.



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