Maybe I should have titled this 'I Saw the Sign' ?
Life has been rather uneventful here as of late. It's the same tune: wake up, go to work, cook, clean, sleep, and repeat. Grendal and I have been wearing out due to it. He's having trouble with work due to some racism. It isn't directed at him in the slightest but it's remarks that have been upsetting him and the company he works for hasn't done a thing about it. There isn't a day he comes home that he comments he nearly walked out. Luckily he's in the process of throwing applications at the business world and we're crossing our fingers that something positive happens.
As for me, work is work. Nothing spectacular in the Deli world of major super markets. As a peon I have little say in what happens, and when I do point things out the higher ups in the store look at me like I'm a loon. Unfortunately my job out look is less impressive than Grendal's. I am some what limited to what's within reasonable walking distance of the home, especially with winter slowly creeping in. For now I have to suck it up and hope that I don't insult one of said higher ups.
What about the title of this post? Ah, yes. Recently I've been wanting to do something more with my tarot cards and possibly expanding other things through that. This thought has kinda been put out in the universe and I've asked Odin and any other deity for some help or the like. I had an old friend contact me through facebook asking if I still do readings. I said yes and explained that we'll set something up. It never happened, more my fault than anything else. There went that chance. Nothing else happened and, to be honest, I kinda forgot about what I had wanted.
Last weekend when Grendal picked me up from work he seemed a little frantic. He told me 'Get in the car, we gotta go.' This was strange because we didn't have anything happening that day so there was no need to be in any sort of hurry, plus earlier he wanted me to remind him that there was something we had to talk about. Apparently what ever was happening superseded that talk. When we drove down to the bank(approximately a block from the house) he was looking over the trees and grumbling. Saying something about not being able to see anything. Grendal wouldn't tell me what was going on and there I was trying to see if there was some nifty clouds floating along. There wasn't.
The closer we got to our street the more I noticed some swallows flying about. We usually don't have swallows hanging around the area, especially so early in the day. So we pull into the driveway and over the property there was damn near 20 swallows swooping about and countless HUGE dragonflies doing their thing. Grendal explained that there had been a whole lot more than what I was seeing, dragonfly wise. It was pretty amazing, even if I didn't see the whole shebang.
What did Grendal need to talk to me about, though? Turns out his mother and father's church is in desperate need of mediums, fortune tellers, etc. They belong to the Spiritual Church, which is neat in it's own right but nothing for Grendal and I. His mother was wondering if I'd be interested in doing readings. I was a little nervous with the thought. I mean, first and foremost I am a Heathen. My gods are many and they are dear to me. With the Spiritualist Church, they believe in Spirit/God. A single deity has never sat well with me, something that I've trace back to my childhood without any explanation. I don't want to anger my deities and enter a place of worship where I might upset the followers there due to my own path.
Grendal's mother said our differing faiths wouldn't matter. All I would be there for would be expanding my ability to read and other things. The only time they had to be particular about their beliefs was during their sermons or whatever they call them. I was still leery with the idea, but I was beginning to remember that I wanted this chance. Maybe it was another push? N'aw. Besides, there are times when I hear Grendal's parents and elder sister talk about their faith and it seems rather hokey. Not to mention, too close to the Christian faith for my own comfort.
I told her I'd think about it, which she was thankful for. A little while later I went to our computer and decided to see who/what was connected to dragonflies. I don't know why I did so. Maybe it was due to the fact that there had been so many of them around and that throughout my time in this home, as well as Grendal's, there has never been anything like what had been seen.
Turns out dragonflies are associated with Freyja. She is very much associated with Seiðr, and for teaching Odin in those ways. I think I was given one hel of a sign that I can't ignore.
And I didn't.