Who Are You and What Do You Want?

 

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How this title came to me, I do not remember. At the time, it was significant. Now, I cannot remember. Does it matter? I don’t think so. Perhaps, this might be thought of as an exercise in writing. A teacher could think up any number of likely titles for a short essay, perhaps printed on a piece of colored paper. Would it need to be the same piece of paper? I’m not sure how random the game should be.

Technically, this would be an assignment, yet even I, a 70-year-old lady, feel the fun that lies around this lesson is more of a game-like nature than that of an academic assignment. Let me ask you: would you prefer candy or carrots?

Enthusiasm for anything is worth more in terms of getting something done rather than grousing around about it.

If fire eating were a fun thing, then everybody would be doing it. Right?

I’m not sure that’s a good example. I can hear my husband’s mother saying, “If your friends think it’s a good idea to jump off the Park Street Bridge, would you do it, too?” The bridge in question wasn’t all that high, if I remember the story correctly. I don’t think he made up the story. No, Mary assures me it is a good story. She did say that.

Mary?

Yes, Dear.

Hi. I didn’t expect to be hearing from you.

Well, you were talking about me. Why shouldn’t I show up?

Thanks. I wish I knew you better.

You know me as well as you were supposed to.

Okay, Dear Readers, if you are wondering about this abrupt change in the story, I am pretty much as surprised as you are. I’m a channel. Not a waterway. I am a psychic channel. Sometimes, people call us oracles or soothsayers. I can get into the experience of channeling as easily as anyone. Typically, I don’t change much. Like, I don’t swoon or gasp. Spirit just steps in.

Perhaps that is where the title comes from because Spirit really does just show up. See, you don’t have to be a psychic channel to have that happen. Yes, just little ole’ ordinary you has Spirit around you all the time. They just don’t do plain talk with you. You’ll get a hankering for some of your great-grandmother’s cookies. You had them last when you were seven years old. Then, she passed away. There was a funeral that you went to. Everybody was dressed in black, and you didn’t understand why everybody was crying. Fast forward 20 years, and you find yourself standing in your kitchen looking at a pretty much empty refrigerator with lots of takeout boxes, wondering why nobody sells cookies that taste just the way your Geema used to make.

The moment passes, and you grab a beer. But that was your Geema checking in with you.

By the way, when Spirit talks in the pieces I write, I put their parts of the discussion in a bold font.

Mary, if you have guessed already, is my mother-in-law. She was the first person who told me that older people don’t sleep well. She seemed bitter about it at the time. I, however, have embraced this sleeplessness and will either get up and write something or turn to whatever book I am reading at the time. Nowadays, my writing leans more toward personal adventures rather than much else. Lessons from an old lady, which actually rings of grand title-worthiness too. I keep a file where I put these titles just because I forget so much these days.

It's sort of like keeping a job jar with titles rather than chores, which is what I started writing this story about.

Who are you and what do you want? Oh, shoot, now I remember when I last said that. It was a telephone call that came in yesterday. The stinking phone rang at least five times yesterday while I was writing. There was nobody on the other end of it; however, on one occasion, there was. I could hear her breathing. She mumbled something I didn’t understand. That’s when I said it. She hung up. Stinking phone calls are great interruptions. If I take a metaphysical look at the issue, I would say two things. I need to not get so irritated about minor things, and two, I should turn the phone off. Dennis knows how to get hold of me if I don’t answer. There’s another thing. If there is a disaster, somebody will come and tell me. Or, I’ll smell smoke. So, I should stop worrying.

Yes, it is worry at the root of it.

See what happens when you write about stuff? You figure stuff out. Hey, thanks for reading. I appreciate it. Leave a comment if you want.

🌺Pauline Evanosky 🌺

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