Krakatoa Caf, San Diego
I could work on tattoo designs all day. Last time I was here thats what I did and now two hours have slipped away. I am SO in the wrong business. I just about have it right, though. Missing something. Im not sure why, but Im feeling uncomfortable about the Star of David inlay. So Im a Jew, ok. According to the Law of Moses, anyway. No ones been practicing for three generations, so its not like anyone would have guessed this. But heres the deal
In 1986 a gypsy fortune-teller told me that I have the Star of David on my right hand. Because of this, she said, I would live a long life, that it is a seal of protection and there are forces or whatever watching over me. You wont avoid danger altogether. But youll survive it all. Theyll make sure of it. She drew on my hand with her bony finger, trying to show me what she saw. I forgot the other things she said, something about being a positive leader. She had also asked me if I was a cheerleader (which I wasnt).
I was 16 years old and my boyfriend had paid her $5 to read my palm. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she believed what she said.
Twelve years later, I went to a renaissance festival with a friend of mine, John. This time the fortune cost $6 and he paid as well. One of the first things this palm reader said was Well, we could switch places. I knew what she was talking about but I asked anyway. Huh? You have the gift of intuition very strong. You know things before they happen, right? At that time I had just started to admit to myself that this little knack for knowing random things before they happened was more than a fun party trick. She looked me right in the eye. Its getting stronger. You should consult with someone to teach you how to use it. Looking back at my palm, You see this. This is a seal of protection. She drew on my hand. Not many people have this. Its the Star of David.
She looked confused for a minute, opening and closing my hand. I was really listening now.
Is there anything specific you want to know? she asked, looking now a little impatient.
What about my love life? I kept a straight face, thinking this is so easily a con.
She looked again at my hand, moving it around in hers as if she were looking for an old scar. I see a Taurus in your future.
Will I marry him?
Its hard to say, she glances at John. But its not him.
That year I moved back to Nashville and took a trip to Savannah with some friends. We wandered through the old Bonaventure Cemetery and I remembered my great grandmothers family, the Powells, had lived in that area before moving west in the late 1800s. When the groundskeeper told me they were all buried in section Q, the Jewish section, I asked her if she was sure. With a surprised and concerned expression she said Honey, all the Powells in Georgia are Jewish.
Thus the Star of David bears that significance. Yet these days when I force myself to admit what is happening in the world, I want to forget about the things that divide us. I dont want to be anything but a person who loves life in every way. (As corny as that sounds) Do I really believe that some force that I cant see or describe protects me? I sometimes, yes. Can I really predict the future? Hell yes. But not in the way I wish I could. Its random, but very real. I definitely dont go around offering to tell people who they will marry or how long they will live. But sometimes sometimes I just KNOW and its scary, not cool.
Interestingly enough, I found out this week that Jews arent supposed to get tattoos, nor do they believe that people living today can have the gift of prophesy. So how Jewish can I really be?
The next man in my life after the renaissance festival was DH who became one of my best friends and somewhat of a mentor. He is a Taurus. Go figure.
I could work on tattoo designs all day. Last time I was here thats what I did and now two hours have slipped away. I am SO in the wrong business. I just about have it right, though. Missing something. Im not sure why, but Im feeling uncomfortable about the Star of David inlay. So Im a Jew, ok. According to the Law of Moses, anyway. No ones been practicing for three generations, so its not like anyone would have guessed this. But heres the deal
In 1986 a gypsy fortune-teller told me that I have the Star of David on my right hand. Because of this, she said, I would live a long life, that it is a seal of protection and there are forces or whatever watching over me. You wont avoid danger altogether. But youll survive it all. Theyll make sure of it. She drew on my hand with her bony finger, trying to show me what she saw. I forgot the other things she said, something about being a positive leader. She had also asked me if I was a cheerleader (which I wasnt).
I was 16 years old and my boyfriend had paid her $5 to read my palm. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she believed what she said.
Twelve years later, I went to a renaissance festival with a friend of mine, John. This time the fortune cost $6 and he paid as well. One of the first things this palm reader said was Well, we could switch places. I knew what she was talking about but I asked anyway. Huh? You have the gift of intuition very strong. You know things before they happen, right? At that time I had just started to admit to myself that this little knack for knowing random things before they happened was more than a fun party trick. She looked me right in the eye. Its getting stronger. You should consult with someone to teach you how to use it. Looking back at my palm, You see this. This is a seal of protection. She drew on my hand. Not many people have this. Its the Star of David.
She looked confused for a minute, opening and closing my hand. I was really listening now.
Is there anything specific you want to know? she asked, looking now a little impatient.
What about my love life? I kept a straight face, thinking this is so easily a con.
She looked again at my hand, moving it around in hers as if she were looking for an old scar. I see a Taurus in your future.
Will I marry him?
Its hard to say, she glances at John. But its not him.
That year I moved back to Nashville and took a trip to Savannah with some friends. We wandered through the old Bonaventure Cemetery and I remembered my great grandmothers family, the Powells, had lived in that area before moving west in the late 1800s. When the groundskeeper told me they were all buried in section Q, the Jewish section, I asked her if she was sure. With a surprised and concerned expression she said Honey, all the Powells in Georgia are Jewish.
Thus the Star of David bears that significance. Yet these days when I force myself to admit what is happening in the world, I want to forget about the things that divide us. I dont want to be anything but a person who loves life in every way. (As corny as that sounds) Do I really believe that some force that I cant see or describe protects me? I sometimes, yes. Can I really predict the future? Hell yes. But not in the way I wish I could. Its random, but very real. I definitely dont go around offering to tell people who they will marry or how long they will live. But sometimes sometimes I just KNOW and its scary, not cool.
Interestingly enough, I found out this week that Jews arent supposed to get tattoos, nor do they believe that people living today can have the gift of prophesy. So how Jewish can I really be?
The next man in my life after the renaissance festival was DH who became one of my best friends and somewhat of a mentor. He is a Taurus. Go figure.