A Confession
I went to see a psychic yesterday. I paid a $100 for the privilege. I think I've talked about my inclination for shamanism, fortune-telling, and the like. But yesterday, I had a bit of a personal crisis. The Other J, probably more sensibly and more productively, talked to our pastor and then followed up with a chat with an old med school buddy. I guess I wanted a feeling of connecting to the spiritual somehow too. But I didn't want to talk to my pastor. Or anybody else from my church for that matter -- simply didn't have the stomach for it. And it saddens me that I am so little invested in my little faith community here that I couldn't come up with one person that I really wanted to talk to. And I know that anything that came out from the mouth of the psychic was hooey. But I blubbered through the session anyway. And oddly, it was enough.
posted by Julie at
7:19 AM
5 Comments:
I can't wait to see you.
if you ever feel like talking to someone who loves you but is totally out of the loop on your current whatever, give me a call. It's like the benefits of talking to a stranger AND a friend at the same time.
You could always talk to Jesus directly and then listen for an answer.
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