The Jeweled Sea Horse Box...the past meets the present.
When I was little I had a magical jewelry box. The lid was encrusted with small sea shells and coral. In the center, a tiny sea horse was inlaid in a bed of delicate dew drop rhinestones. I kept my most precious treasures in the box and only showed it to special people. When I was lonely, the box transported me to a far away world of mermaids and beautiful pirates in flowing white shirts.
Later, when sophistication became a part of maturity, rhinestones were considered cheap and sea horses endangered. I wanted real diamonds, authentic rubies. I saw my box as tacky. Instead of loving the sea shell encrusted box of wonder, I wanted to be swooped off my feet by passion.. To my disappointment, I found human relationships were never as consistent as my beloved sea horse box. I had a marriage, a wonderful child and divorced. I felt my innocence sail away in rock and roll relationships that became tainted. I had a mysterious carved box for my Tarot Cards. To my surprise I found that in helping others come back to earth, I did too. The teacher truly does learn .through her students, and so does the reader.
I forgot about my jeweled sea horse box entirely.. As a single mom I worked in a Packing House for 22 years, reading in coffee houses and boutiques on weekends. In a world far removed from little girl sweetness I embraced my inner warrior to get through each day and afford to live. I was blessed in that Tarot Channeling offered me escape to elegance and velvet dresses. Come Monday, the jeans, chain gloves, knives and blood, ruled my life. My rough work hands were my badge of strength. {Thank God for lacy long gloves.}
Oh beautiful Angels! What ever happened? It was as if at 50 my life suddenly changed. I believed with all my heart that the day would come I would be free and it happened. I quit the Plant and became a full time Psychic and certified Hypnotherapist. A small home across the lane from me went for sale for $9000.00, less then a used car! This I gutted out and turned into a Tarot Studio for private recorded sessions. I landscaped the land with the sculptures of area artists, and planted path ways of flowers.
On cold Midwest winter mornings, I sit on the couch under a warm fuzzy blanket, a cup of steaming coffee in my hands, and watch the snow fly. I thank God and my Angel over and over for the life so unexpected, after years of misery and hardship.{And now, a stable husband.}
My jeweled seahorse box has come back into my life. Now it holds a small layer of crystals and a deck of retired beloved tarot cards. All good things do come back to us in time. Our priorities find new meaning.
