At Dance Tribe, on the table when you first walk in, are angel cards. They are small, rectangular cards, a light gray color, with a line drawing of an angel. They are spread out on the table, face down. You pick one. And turn it over and are given a word that perhaps will resonate with you in that moment, or will be something that you decide to bring into the room with you to explore in your dance. Or maybe will not be a word that you choose to incorporate into your space at this time at all.
I find that my words are very telling. Last week I got discernment. That was a good one.
Yesterday there were two cards that beckoned me. Usually there is only one. I hold my hand over the table and a particular card feels right to flip over. But not yesterday. Yesterday there were two. Right next to each other. I had to choose. So after a more than a moments hesitation I picked my card. It was blank. empty. Nothing. It is a mystery said the woman who mans the front desk, allowing us to pay in support of this beautiful place. And I laughed. Because it really is.
I walked away, still sitting in the funny of this. My empty angel card. The unknown. The not knowing. And then I turned around, curious to see what the other card would have brought me. And back at the table I lifted it up. Acceptance it said.
Ah, The Universe - she has a wonderful sense of humor.
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