I know this might sound crazy, and I would like to preface what I am about to share by saying this was my first time! I saw a tarot card reader in New Hope, Pennsylvania and it was so dope!
It all started living on Jacksonville Beach, where everything was perfect and right. I met a Jamaican at a bar when I was out with my mom, son and his wife for mothers day. It was also the first time in my life that I left my phone number on a the receipt at the bar. He was a sexy thang and the accent did me under.
About 4 months prior to the mothers day event, I was visiting friends in the northeast, and this is when I had the pleasure of meeting the tarot card reader, an Italian man, who had just lost his mother, so her picture perched perfectly above his seat in his quaint space in the streets of beautiful, picturesque New Hope.
He shared the story of his great, late-mother, how much he loved and admired her, and all that he had learned from her in his precarious business. He told me things about my life and decisions I would be making that not many knew about and certainly not him. (To my christian brothers and sisters – I realize this may be disconcerting to you, but I assure you, I am certain of who my maker is, there is no doubt about that!).
My work BFF and me left elated that I had the same experience she had a few months prior hence sharing her good fortunes with me that led to our adventure from New Jersey to New Hope. We had a blast! And I felt clearer than ever that I was going to Jamaica.
This land is very different, culturally and socially. I love the refreshing view of the simplicity of life. I love eating from the land, literally. I love the Jamaican spirit. And there are things I don’t love – like the classicism, and elitism which squeeze the very life out of the same spirit that makes this country so beautiful. But until we see heaven, there is no perfect land. I digress.