She has such a lovely, expressive face herself. All I can think is, “This is such bull.” But I don’t feel I mistrust her; quite the contrary. And then there’s the glowing endorsement of a mutual friend. And the fact that I promised myself that, upon opening this new chapter of life in Bali, I’d say, “Yes” to everything possible. Yes Woman, experiencing life to the max. And after all, what’s the worst that could happen? If I glean no new insights from a face reading, it’s not so bad as a poke in the eye!
So, another perfect afternoon in paradise, with white clouds puffing lazily across the sky and the sun making the rice paddy gleam brightest emerald. We sit across the tiny table in my residence, while the insects sing, “life-life-life-life-life.”
I feel a bit scared. Face reading, schmace reading. I have me mother’s jawline and my dad’s nose, and ears from who-knows-where—and I don’t feel that I’m much like any of them! I’m so completely different, how can this possibly make sense?
But—what if she looks at my face and reads there all my confused, messy—and to me, precious—interior which I guard, so that I feel naked and exposed? Yet, there’s the strong urge to be seen and known…And, what the twaddle?! I feel a twinge of anger. If it’s all crap, then why am I worried about any of this?
Do I have to take off my glasses?
No, that’s OK.
Good—I’m a completely different (blind and confused) person without them. Nervous laughter.
A settling in. She begins.
In my view, all healers and readers should have voices as kind, and yet matter-of-fact, as Melanie. It’s very reassuring. I start to relax.
Over the next hour, she goes from forehead to cheeks, to eyes, to nose, and in seeming ease reflects to me many things I know to be true, raises questions I feel are worth exploring, and—most disconcertingly—describes some things about my life that no one but a close friend could know. What-the-twaddle?!
So, I’m taking away what I can. What’s worthwhile. I have a lot to think about here that’s challenging and helpful. I haven’t a clue why this seemed to make sense. I’ve not stopped being a skeptic, but I hear myself pronouncing a mantra I’ve repeated a lot here in Bali:
I just don’t know and probably never will; but I’m suspending disbelief in order to be in the moment and accept the good that comes my way.
Loretta Rose works internationally providing facilitation, training, curriculum development, and writing—mainly for humanitarian organizations. She’s also a serial entrepreneur, with emerging ventures Ideas Match, eBook Hero, Insight Engine, Change Train, and Your Story World.