Created in Canva by Pauline
I’m a psychic. I see stuff. Not all the time, but
occasionally. Mostly, when I’m dipping into a meditative state. However, I hear
everything. I just saw someone in Spirit hold their finger alongside of their
nose. That’s a signal to me that I might be overstating something. I believe
Santa Claus used to do something like that when he was busy catching you in a
fib.
Anyway, sometimes I see things. Nothing that’s ever come
true, just little snapshots like I’m seeing advertisements in my head.
So, the story I’m about to relate happened to me yesterday.
This is one of those “It happened to me” stories. So, it’s the truth. Actually,
I don’t lie. But that’s another story. It was one of the conditions that I met
upon getting a Spirit Guide to talk to. Hey, you what you need to do.
My Slippers.
They are too short. Also, over the past few years, my feet
have gone from wide to double-wide. I believe I’m holding lymphatic fluid. Not
sure what to do about it other than to lie down and elevate my feet. The problem
with that is I will also take a nap. There was a day when, in the morning, when
I awakened, my feet felt fine. It was in the hot days of summer that my feet
would swell in the afternoon. Now, it’s all the time. So, I have fat feet. And,
they hurt.
I can’t buy slippers that fit. If it says a size 9.5 to 10
online, what I get is the equivalent of a 7. I’ve had a pair like that, soft,
fuzzy slippers sitting in the bathroom that I look at every time I go in the
facilities. It’s like picking at scabs. You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t
resist.
I would have solved the problem a long time ago by either
throwing them out or putting them away in the closet. But no, I left them out.
So, yesterday I was getting ready to wash my hair. It was
quiet. It was one of those moment when inspiration can strike. I’ve had that
happen many times: you know what your character is going to say next, or you know
what to write next in an article you’re working on. I don’t know why it is that
just being in a bathroom equals thinking place, but it happens. I hadn’t yet
stepped into the shower. I remember turning my head slightly, like I was going
to turn around and that’s when I saw him.
In my mind’s eye, I saw a really down-on-his-luck homeless
guy. My opinion. Maybe not his. He was dressed in rags. They were all the same
muddy green/brown, darker than an olive drab green the army was in love with back
in the day. Now, I believe it is a desert tan. His clothes were in tatters.
Not even rags anymore. Tatters, shreds of clothing that hung off of him.
Columbo’s raincoat would have been a step up.
His toes were showing. The entire toe part of his shoes was cut away. Not worn through. Tattered, yes, but somebody had taken a knife to
them. His toes were, of course, not manicured. Actually, they looked like my
toes, except they were dirty. Hairy too, probably, but I didn’t notice that.
What I noticed was that I could see all ten of his toes, both feet.
That was when I realized his shoes had not worn through from
use. Somebody had cut away the toe part, and he was wearing them. The shoes were
too small for his feet, but you know the old saying: Beggars can’t be choosers.
If all you’ve got is a size three times too small, well, you make them work.
Resourceful.
As soon as I’d gotten out of the shower and sorted things
out, I got my small scissors and cut the seams across the tip of my slippers.
Now, I can walk through my house without stepping on sharp,
crunchy things or throwup with ease. We have three elderly cats, and my husband
tends to eat things as he makes his way through the house. I will find almonds,
popcorn, chip bits, vitamins, and olives everywhere. And we all know the cats
aren’t into things like that.
I found the whole experience to be interesting. I also felt
a little piece of me inside, a fretting bit of unease settled. I think that’s
the best part of all. It’s all been rather emotional.
Personal note: my husband did not like the photo I just took
of my slippers. So, I made one in Canva instead. I suppose there’s a reason he
doesn’t read my work. Thanks for reading and have a productive day.
🌺 Pauline
Evanosky
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