It’s a shame she can’t see her own future, she wonders what is in store for her. All she can do is patiently wait. It’s so difficult, though, the waiting it’s so lonely. She’s so tired always being alone and having to be “strong”. She doesn’t feel strong. She wishes sometimes like her illness, she really could just fade away into the mist and just be gone. Lost in thought, she doesn’t hear someone come up the steps to her table.
“Excuse me, miss, remember me, you came to see me last Friday and told me about the baby my wife and I were expecting.” She looks up from her crystal ball that had held her attention and her thoughts. “Of course, how are you doing? How’s the baby?” The man smiles, and says,“If ever you have another dream about me, please tell me about it. We had a little boy, 7 pounds 1 ounce.” She smiles and says,“Congratulations, he’s healthy, isn’t he? And beautiful too, I’m sure.” The elephant trainer is brimming over with pride and pulls out all the photos of the baby to show her, she oohs and aahs over the photos, they really are adorable and the new parents are obviously in love with their new son.
It’s Saturday morning and the days of the festival are coming to a close here in this state, it’s beginning to get colder in this part of the country, but it has not deterred the crowds, they are making one last huzzah. The elephant trainer hurries back to the elephant, he sees a line of children waiting to ride and his helper is getting frustrated without him. “Again, tell me if you have any more dreams”, he yells as he scurries away and waves to her. She waves back, “See you later.”
The handsome silversmith looks over at her from his booth, hearing the elephant trainer yell at her and waves at her too. He has been having coffee with her every morning since that first morning. They have become good friends, but she just won’t let him close, he wonders why. He wants to find out, maybe tonight.
Her sign up sheet for readings is full up today, tarot, palm, and auras. Mostly auras, she specializes in auras, she sees them with ease during the day when she is warm. She enjoys having the hustle and bustle of the crowds around, but not too close, so the corner that she does her readings is tucked away behind a curtain to give her and the seeker some privacy. Sometimes the seeker gets emotional even over good news and tears are always welcome. They allow a cleansing that is necessary.
The curtain parts and in walks a familiar face of a young girl she met last year, she remembers this girl well. The girl was confused about two potential loves, she didn’t know which one to choose. The odd thing was that she had a dream about this girl the night before. It happens sometimes, dreams about people she’s never met, she eventually meets them, though.
Today, the girl is glowing and radiant. “I just had to come and see you today before the fair is over, I’ve been married a month now to the most wonderful man. The one you told me I’d marry. The one that I hadn’t even met when we first spoke! I was confused about two men that turned out to be total losers and you told me not to worry about them or to waste my time on them. Each of them one by one broke my heart. But one day in a coffee shop, the man in front of me bought my coffee, just out of the blue. ‘Paying it forward,’ he said. It started a whole conversation and I found out he was the kindest and most gentle man. He said a gypsy woman had bought him coffee the week before and told him to pay it forward. It was you wasn’t it?”
I take her hand, look at her new wedding band still bright with newness and the beautiful face filled with the look of all the tomorrows sparkling within her aura bright white around her. It fills my heart with happiness, that she has found this true love, her twin flame. “I’m so very happy for you that you have found each other, it’s going to last a lifetime. Take care of each other.” As I hug her gently, she looks over her shoulder and I see her new husband smiling at his bride, he lifts his hand in greeting to me. I wink at him. “Now go, he is waiting for you,”. She offers to put some money in the jar, I shake my head no. “Consider it a wedding gift.” She hugs me again and slips it in any way.