I loved puzzles of all kinds when I was a kid. It was pure enjoyment. It never occurred to me I was training my natural ability for the challenges I would face later in life.
This is about my personal life; I’ll get to that. But ultimately I became an astrologer. Specifically, I became a consulting astrologer and there’s nothing I like better than when a client shows up with some kind of tangle no one can make sense of. Invariably, I can untie the knots, usually very quickly. It’s a God given talent, I’ve honed.
So I can do that and I can do it all day, every day and never tire of it. I’m born for it. It’s the puzzles in my personal life that are just incredible. They’re generally gut-wrenching and excruciating painful. I run all around trying to get help with them. Elvis Costello’s lines from, “Boy With A Problem”, play in my head.
“…I crept out last night behind your back
The little they know might be the piece I lack…”
That’s exactly what happens, too. I talk to numerous people, paying close attention to all of them. I get tiny pieces from all over the place.
Some clues come people I know who are experienced and wise. But just as often the keys come out of the blue sky. I’d miss them if I weren’t looking, but I’m always looking. I’ll give you an example.
Some months ago I was sitting in the salon, waiting for my hair to process. My stylist had clients stacked. She was finishing another woman’s hair. The client’s hair was fantastic and I said so. The woman accepted the compliment but something just didn’t seem right. Something was wrong. What could it be?
I briefly attempted to continue a conversation with her. She was not into it so I let it go. I was left wondering how a person could have such great hair and be in a bad mood. Like a really deep bad mood. But I know it’s none of my business.
The gal left and my stylist told me what was going on with her, though I didn’t ask. It was something far off and dark. Like a horrible storm taking place, 2000 miles from your own home. I was chilled, though.
A few weeks later, I was pretty sure this woman forebode some turn in my life. Today, I know I have the same problem she does, other than the fact my problem is worse.
Worse, but better. Better because I am a person who can receive and deal with bad cards tossed my way. Even really bad cards. I don’t think I will end up like that woman simply because I have a different makeup.
But this is about the puzzle. I told a friend last night, my life was infinitely better, simply because the puzzle was solved. More puzzles have and will follow but I’ve lived long enough and seen enough to know, puzzles of this magnitude are quite rare.
People who can solve them are also quite rare. That’s why this is my puzzle!
People live on different planes, don’t they? Life is infinitely cool, sort of like, Dora. That’s the dog in the picture. She was an anomaly.
Is there something you’ve been doing for a very long time? Your special skill?