A Psychic Told Me That I Would Return to Nature

“Okay, I’m going to that woman in the center of the room. You should wait for her too,” my friend said. She smiled and pointed to a middle-aged woman with dark brunette hair. “You’re supposed to tip them at the counter after you get your reading.”

I looked over at the woman shuffling cards in the center of the indie book shop. She was sitting alone at a table with another empty chair giving us, the next people in line, the clue that she was nearly ready for her next Tarot reading. The other chairs that surrounded the woman were packed within the small bookshop and were filled with psychics and mediums on one side and paying customers on the other. I looked at each person receiving the reading as they diverted their attention mostly on the growing pile of Tarot cards that were laid out on all the draped table cloth in front of them.

“Okay,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I believed in Tarot readings at that point, but I didn’t want to waste an opportunity to try something new. I went in with the mindset that I would act as an open-minded skeptic, but I ended up receiving the most interesting reading I’ve ever received instead.

I waited for my friend to go ahead and get her reading. She mentioned before that a few of her other friends from LA had come to visit her in Palm Springs and got their readings done. “As soon as…