Launching my boat

Sometimes a realization is a very simple thing; so simple that you wonder how you could have missed it, if in fact you did miss it. Last fall I decided I should see if I could find somewhere to work outside of the house. In my search, I found a psychic studio on Granville Island and did a few stints there to cover the owner while she was on holiday. In fact, I got quite excited because I thought she might be someone with whom I could join forces.

I have these lapses of perspective periodically where I fall into thinking that I am a person who should work as part of a team. Not that teams are a bad thing because they aren't. I often learn things that way but they have never been a permanent arrangement for me. When the proprietress of the psychic studio came back, she treated me with mistrust and little regard and I was annoyed. More than that, I felt that I had been barking up the wrong tree in trying to follow the psychic path as I was. Little did I realize at the time that it wasn't about what I was doing so much as it was about with whom I was trying to do it.

It wasn't working as a psychic that was wrong; it was trying to do it with someone else. Having got the wrong end of the stick, in a knee-jerk reaction, I resolved to get a job in an organization once again. I had to really screw my head around to do it because I have never felt at ease working in environments where the members are collectively in that much denial of the worth of individuals, their integrity and their creative expression. Predictably, I can now see in hindsight, the more I looked for work, the more hopeless and displaced I felt. As if the Universe were speaking to me, I didn't get any response from the world whose door I was knocking on.

My trip up to Whitehorse came at the end of six months of searching and not a moment too soon. While I was there, and with Janet's help in the publicity department, as well as in providing a beautiful place in which I could work, in one week I had eight appointments for readings. Since I have returned home, there have been two more. The Universe speaks again! This time I'm listening. I have resolved to stop banging my head against the doors that aren't open and walk through the door that is.

Doubtless, I have some marketing work to do but I know how to do that. I already have a list of places to post flyers. This week I will do some printing and start posting them. I'm already feeling more hopeful and empowered. Perhaps it wasn't time for me to do this earlier. I assume that if it had been, my trip to Whitehorse would have come about when we originally wanted it to, at this time last year. Timing is such a funny thing, given that I believe that time is an illusion in the first place.

So starts my campaign to explain what I do on my public blog. I can now stand tall and say that I am a psychic, and not tack it on to the other things I do. In fact, I can tack the other things after being a psychic. If a reading uncovers something people want help to work on, then we can continue the work after the reading.

All of you who know me will say, "We knew all of this already. Why didn't you?" It wasn't that I didn't know it; it's that I didn't know it in quite this way. Something had to fall into place inside me and it's hard to name what it is or what made the difference. As I always say to my clients, it's the frame around the picture that changes the perspective on the situation, and that opens up more choices.

Tally ho!