Last night was wonderful. I was invited to do readings at a small boutique called Ottoman Imports in Covington, Ky… for Ladies Night Out! It was a blast. The shop is a quaint little place, filled with flowing scarfs reminiscent of Morocco and beautiful silky garments beaded and embroidered like old kimonos. It felt nice to be in a place that vibrated with such color and passion. And the court yard where I did readings… was even more etherial.
The night start with a sense of electric in the air, that feeling before a storm as if you have your hand on the pulse of the great mother. The wind swirled around me and the night fell gently on our shoulders inviting us to dance with the mysterious characters of the tarot. I was out back in a small and inviting courtyard, under a spacious canvas tent. I made sure I brought a fabulous scarf, one of my favorite decks of cards and the openness to touch the wisdom of the universe.
People started making their way into the shop, escorted to the courtyard by the lovely owner. Sitting down to take a peak at what may be going on “out there”. Right before laying out the cards I always get this surge of energy, part anxiety and part anticipation. Its not every day you sit down for an arranged meeting with spirit… there is something reverent about the whole experience. I think everyone last night knew it too.
Conversing with people through the night, many card and many stories told… it was wonderful. Eventually we had to relocate the reading table to the inside of the boutique because the wind decided he wanted to be a little more wild than we could handle. It was great though. Right before we went inside, the wind had picked up jerking the canvas tent from side to side like a helpless paper bag. But the woman whom i was reading and I just laughed and laughed… we thought it was grand. But for our safety we made our way in.
The inside was just as magical and people didn’t seem to mind the change of scenery, besides you can read no matter where you are… I’ve read on busses in Mexico and the busy streets of big cities. We marched on reading and chatting, peaking and planning. All of the people whom I read for were amazing, wonderful stories and wonderful wisdoms. You know the cards talk to everyone who is at the table… regardless of who shuffled.
A duo of ladies came at one point and they loved there readings. They cried, they laughed, they hugged, they got sassy, they told stories… and they cried again. Later I heard that they kept crying all the way down the street. The one woman was asked if she was okay and her response was, “I am so amazing right now… so happy” and on and on she sobbed. Readings are cleansing for sure.
The night ended with a group of 5 wild and wonderful ladies. All goddesses in their own right and the best of friends. We sat circled around a small table in the shop front of this boutique watching the night walkers pass the window as we took one last walk in the wonderland of tarot. One by one they asked their questions and shuffled their cards… It really was one big reading part. 5 women, one reading. They were all just listening so that they could “help” each other remember their session. So fun.. so so fun!
We said our goodbyes and I headed home. It was such a magical night to be out. The wind and the rain and the energy was just alive and inspiring. I cannot wait to do it again. There is so much excitement in groups of people. Being there it really inspired me to get myself in gear to be doing classes… so look for that soon
All the best,
© Shaheen Miro 4/16/2011