Throughout the years my name has garnered some interesting comments, and preconceived notions.
First, that I am most definitely a hippy. Second, that I must be a vegetarian. And most recently, that I am a fortune teller!
Actually, the fortune teller identification came not from my name per say, but from a former student at Riverside Elementary School.
Back track to a few weeks ago. The phone rang and when I answered I was introduced to one of my neighbours. (well about 7 km away, but in the country, that is a neighbour!) She introduced herself, and quickly got straight to the point of asking me if I was a fortune teller.
I didn’t know what to say at first. But after hearing her explanation it began to make more sense.
My neighbour said that she had a ghost, and that the priest had just left her house… and he didn’t seem to scare away what ever was causing her grief. So, she called me.
I told her that the ghost must have been Catholic. I heard crickets, and moved on.
When I asked her how she had come to the assumption that I read fortunes, it turns out that a fun day that I volunteered for at the school had just come back to haunt me. (no pun intended)
I had dressed up as a “gypsyesque” woman, and had visited the school, and read children’s fortunes for the day. It seems that my keen interest in their lives, mixed with the memories of changing schools and friends, seemed to hit a nerve with the gr. 6 students who were leaving the school that year.
By the end of the day, pretty much the whole student body was certain that I could not only read fortunes, but that I was pretty good at it.
So back to the ghost.
I thought of Stephen, a man who believes only in what is… and he would probably tease me relentlessly for even entertaining such nonsense.
But, not knowing what is and what isn’t in the spiritual world, I explained that I did not read fortunes, but that I would try to help out.
I asked her a bunch of questions, and deduced from her responses, an action plan to rid her kitchen of the chair sliding, cupboard slamming ghost.
She thanked me and hung up.
Now there are a few things that I know for sure.
One: I am not a hippy.
Two: I am not a vegetarian.
But as for ghosts, spirits and the metaphysical world, I can honestly say that I am not sure of what I am sure.
First, that I am most definitely a hippy. Second, that I must be a vegetarian. And most recently, that I am a fortune teller!
Actually, the fortune teller identification came not from my name per say, but from a former student at Riverside Elementary School.
Back track to a few weeks ago. The phone rang and when I answered I was introduced to one of my neighbours. (well about 7 km away, but in the country, that is a neighbour!) She introduced herself, and quickly got straight to the point of asking me if I was a fortune teller.
I didn’t know what to say at first. But after hearing her explanation it began to make more sense.
My neighbour said that she had a ghost, and that the priest had just left her house… and he didn’t seem to scare away what ever was causing her grief. So, she called me.
I told her that the ghost must have been Catholic. I heard crickets, and moved on.
When I asked her how she had come to the assumption that I read fortunes, it turns out that a fun day that I volunteered for at the school had just come back to haunt me. (no pun intended)
I had dressed up as a “gypsyesque” woman, and had visited the school, and read children’s fortunes for the day. It seems that my keen interest in their lives, mixed with the memories of changing schools and friends, seemed to hit a nerve with the gr. 6 students who were leaving the school that year.
By the end of the day, pretty much the whole student body was certain that I could not only read fortunes, but that I was pretty good at it.
So back to the ghost.
I thought of Stephen, a man who believes only in what is… and he would probably tease me relentlessly for even entertaining such nonsense.
But, not knowing what is and what isn’t in the spiritual world, I explained that I did not read fortunes, but that I would try to help out.
I asked her a bunch of questions, and deduced from her responses, an action plan to rid her kitchen of the chair sliding, cupboard slamming ghost.
She thanked me and hung up.
Now there are a few things that I know for sure.
One: I am not a hippy.
Two: I am not a vegetarian.
But as for ghosts, spirits and the metaphysical world, I can honestly say that I am not sure of what I am sure.
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