I went to a storefront psychic.
Her first words were:
"You're here to make a difference."
She said I would make two trips outside the country and that on one vacation I would have a life-changing experience.
Everything she said was true without my prompting her to reveal things.
Later I ducked into a Banana Republic where I bought a pair of elegant sterling silver hoop earrings. I wear them tomorrow when I run errands.
I consider a psychic to be an adviser like a financial planner.
You might not believe in these kinds of things however I find them helpful.
As I type in here I listen to the Eat Pray Love soundtrack CD. It reminds me of my disc jockey days: how I would intuitively mix disparate songs like blues and punk and reggae and modern rock.
The songs on this CD oddly flow. I like the song "The Long Road" with Eddie Vedder and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. The sound of the instruments and the vocals is beautiful.
The Neil Young song "Harvest Moon" is a little happy number with an uplifting beat.
What guy would understand I live my life on the left and listen to the Eat Pray Love soundtrack and Sonic Youth and RadioSophie not Lite FM or Fresh FM or any of those FM pablum stations?
It's an odd CD that wants to make a point through music yet I'm not sure it will sell millions of copies as it's far afield from the mainstream. I'm not a fan of the CD yet it will do. It is kind of jarring.
Would like to see the movie too. Ryan Murphy and Jennifer Salt wrote the screenplay. She was featured in a write-up in the New York Times because she's a woman in the second act of her life who reinvented herself as a writer.
I recommend you read the book Eat Pray Love. I bought it in a bookstore in New Hope years ago.
Wonder now what kind of cover my memoir will have. I hope it entices readers to buy the book.
I wear the hoop earrings that make me smile.
Now that I spoke with the psychic I have such hope for the coming years. She told me she saw no sickness in my life and that I would not have children. Interesting.
It was too darn hot outside again. I bought sunflowers in the green market and heirloom tomatoes and peaches and whole wheat bread and fresh mozzarella.
The sunflowers are beautiful and droopy. The heirloom tomatoes tasted warm and sweet. You buy them bruised because that is how they come: they're not attractive.
Imagine: human beings are like heirloom tomatoes: our true beauty is on the inside. We have all sorts of eccentricities on the surface that repel others only when they see deeper we are beautiful.
I had this conversation with a woman. I understand that we're of different stripes and people don't always have the same idea of what's acceptable.
Would I say there is something heirloom about those of us who live our lives left of the dial? Of course. We are in the minority. Most people chase the things money can buy and raise kids who covet living in the lap of luxury yet for cultural creatives and others like people living in poverty you cherish the small things.
Like having enough money to buy tomatoes at a green market.
Like hearing a psychic tell you good things are on the way in 2011.
Should I sign a book contract in January:
I buy an iPod that can hold a wild amount of songs. That will be my one gift to myself.
The idea about the tomatoes has taken hold in my mind and won't let go. We are all humble little heirlooms hoping for love and light. We dance under the harvest moon in a joyous epiphany that we are wonderful beyond measure.
In keeping with this theme I remember dessert plates I bought that have fortune cookie designs with little fortunes sticking out:
Why not take responsibility for your greatness?
You think it's a secret but it's not.
Suppose you get what you want.
Love is worth the risk.
Yes: love is worth the risk and we need to take responsibility for our greatness.
I urge you not to overlook the bruised tomatoes of the world.
Enjoy your day.
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