Hummus

A continuation from Chips and Salsa

My new, slower life style has given me time to listen to people and really pay attention. I've always been an avid people watcher and I loved talking to people when I was working. As in everything fast paced, unless I was observing from afar, being nosey, I wasn't really paying attention. Now, I can say, I just might be getting a little too mellow.

I think I have always, well mostly, o.k. sometimes been a good judge of character. After meeting someone, I know immediately if I like them or not. That's it. Now, on top of that, there are some people I get certain feelings from.

Recently I was around this one woman and she gave me this image of laundry hanging on a clothes line. Sheets and towels gently flapping in the wind on a sunny day. There was nothing but blue skies and fields filled with wildflowers which stretched out forever. The odd thing is whenever I used to hang clothes out to dry they would always be stiff and hard. It didn't matter how much fabric softener I used, stiff and hard. It's a good thing my image is sweet or I wouldn't have felt so comfortable around her. Or it's a good thing I didn't have this image around a strange man. Stiff and hard. No, no...it was definitely the comforting, lazy, breezy feeling I got from the woman. She was safe. I wonder why?

Another woman gave me the feeling of homemade chocolate chip cookies. If there is anything else in this world which gives the feeling of coziness and warmth I don't know what it is. I can't put my finger on what triggers these visions, but they just come to me. I wonder if I was hungry. I do have an insatiable sweet tooth. When I was a kid my mom would buy the tubes of chocolate chip cookie dough. It was so modern. What a treat! I don't remember making any from scratch, I just remember those tubes. We ate as much raw as we did baked, until my mom told us we would get worms. Is that true?

I was giving a massage to an older gentleman last week and I don't know why, but I got nothing but my dad vibes from him. That's it. My dad. I can't put my finger on what it was. It just was. I have no smart ass remark to make.

O.K. before you go calling me New Age Nancy. I don't really like that. If you are gonna call me a Nancy name, could you make it little Nancy fancy pants.

That's why I picked Hummus. I think of it as a New Age condiment. I mean it's one of the oldest known prepared foods according to Wikipedia. It's so old it's full of spirit and soul. The magical and mystical condiment. Goes great with pita bread, but y'all knew that. Goes great with belly dancers too. How come Belly dancers, unless they are on t.v. or a theme park, are fat? I mean, chunky monkey fat. I'm not judging, I'm just saying.

When I was little I couldn't make up my mind if I wanted to be Samantha from Bewitch or Tabitha. The nose wiggle seemed easier than the mouth wiggle. Sometimes I wanted to be Genie, but the bottle was a bit confining. All I wanted was to be magical.
Raise your hand if you wanted to be magical. Did you want to be one of those ladies or for the younger people, did you want to be Sabrina the teenage witch? The ladies from Charmed? The Wizards of Waverly place or the ultimate wizard of them all....Harry Potter! If only we could make things happen the way we wanted when we wanted. Would that be a good thing? Honestly, I think sometimes it would.

If I keep this easy breezy thinking when we build our home on the side of a mountain( I really need to name this house), I think a zip line is in order. It would go from the hill side where the house would sit down to the valley where my horse will be. How fun would that be? Nothing but air and wire.

To recap: I have new powers of observation. They include visions and aromas. I'm not going crazy. I'm not a witch. Well, some might disagree, buy I'm paying attention.

I am an aura reader. Just kidding, well, half kidding. Ha...I think there is a career in that.