Across the table You sat from me, eyes that revealed galaxies and inner dimensions that swirled with the mysteries of Your love.  I disappear into the You.  I dive deep in the soul waters of the blossoming human beside me where You pretend to hide.  You can’t fool me, Your smile bursts out like a child trying to hide behind a small chair that squeals with delight once found.

I am a hunter for the Divine dressed up as a reader, coach and counselor.  I put on an act of reading the cards, explaining the astrology chart and coaching recovery.  But what I really do is pull up Your veil, lift Your human-pleated skirt and squeal at Your beauty so close to me.

And today I run to You more and again.

(Thank you NORWAC’s 25th anniversary to set the stage for my “reading”!  www.astrology.com/norwac)