Tonight was a good night.  We went to Oxford and had dinner at Kona.  It was pretty delicious, except for the overkill of olive oil on my salmon.  I eat a lot of fish these days. You see, I’ve started naming our neighbors cows…. and every time I eat beef… I get really nervous… the next time I drive home.

And of course there is the OTHER.  I tried to order the 1/2 Grilled Chicken…. but the words would not come out of my mouth.  So.  The salmon.

At any rate, we were walking around downtown Oxford and running into everyone Mary knows.  Not hard to do.  It was a lovely night to be out walking and chatting.

We strolled by one small shop.  In the window hung a little handwritten sign. Psychic Readings 5:15 p.m. – 8:15 p.m.  I checked my watch.  Eight’O’Clock straight up.  So.  Why not?

I went inside and met Ron, the Psychic.  A Celtic Psychic.

I sat down at his table, well equipped with Tarot Cards, and a little timer.  Psychics charge by intervals, I suppose.

This was only the 2nd time I’ve ever done this.  The first was in Sedona, Arizona, and it was a bit of a farce.  But I was up for some fun tonight.  I told him I had no expectations.

Well.  Ron went on to tell me some things about myself, my personality, which were very true.  Things that he couldn’t really have known.

My struggle with something throughout my entire youth… all the way until after I turned 40.  My stubbornness.  Hard worker.  Artist.  And a few other things about my spiritual nature.

Then he said something he could not possibly have known.  It gave me the weeblies.  And the wobblies.

He also said I have a built-in lie detector.  I didn’t need a Psychic to tell me this.  I can tell right away when someone is lying to me.  He noted that I don’t often “call” them on it.  But I know when it happens.

I have a certain someone…. who has been lying to me lately.  I just wish they’d be square about things.  It would be better that way.  But I guess until they are ready… I’ll just keep nodding.

But I digress.  When my time was up with Ron, I paid for his services, and away I went.

I always take these sorts of things with a grain of salt.  Heck, if you know me… I salt EVERYTHING.  Yet, he hit a few chords that really made me wonder.

And I know… above all things… WONDER is good.  Never be so sure of yourself…. and lose that most precious room to wonder.  To explore.   To grow.  And to believe in the things… that MIGHT just be possible.

Your big opportunity may be right where you are now. –  Napoleon Hill

Wisdom begins in wonder. – Socrates

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.  –  Neil Armstrong