Sunday, 25 September 2011

Seen And Heard Scenario With No Pictures

Methinks I feel an attack of verbal diarhoea in the offing. I Saw Sunday can affect me that way... One sunny afternoon this week, after trundling my trolley stuffed with duvet to the cleaners (with no car, this is my best mode of taking it anywhere)  I park myself on a handy park bench (!) while I carefully store the ticket I'll need to collect my duvet next week.

That done, I am in no rush to move from my sun drenched spot on the busy corner where main road, park and shops meet. Traffic lights flank the nearby crossing, and the bleeping 'safe to cross now' noise punctuates the day, as groups of people spill onto the pavement in front of me.

A crocodile of nursery school children straggles by, about twenty to thirty tiny tots in the charge of four uniformed carers, whose bright red T-shirts and black trousers make them stand out against the green grass of the park. They bring the line to a halt as they bend low to issue instructions before they unclip the two smallest children's reins, and send the whole group running, or in some cases, toddling unsteadily, towards the playground at the far side of the park. (And I have found a picture!)

Havant Playpark photo thanks to Google Images
" Do you mind if I sit here?"  A man's voice breaks in on my reverie. What could I say but " Of course not, be my guest!" And as is the way of these things, before I know it he is regaling me with part of his life story.  In next to no time, and entirely unsolicited, I learn he had been on dialysis, but five years ago had a kidney transplant....and so he carries on talking.

He was born in Southampton, but has lived in the Havant area all his life. Now he has a basement flat near Hayling seafront, and he tells me "Some days are better than others." About this point, he suddenly holds out his hand and says "Let me introduce myself. I'm Kevin Butler"and too surprised not to, I shake it and say "Hello", but realise now I didn't give him my name in return. His grip is firm, and his hand and nails clean. He is a natural platinum blond with thick, pale eyebrows and eyelashes that stand out against his skin tone. I remember a teacher at school who was a true Albino, and I'm reminded of her colourless hair, but his is definitely the palest of yellows. He has an air of detachment about him, of not quite being part of life, although he greets by name many of the people walking past us.

Out of the blue, he asks "Are you a spiritual person?" and the conversation takes a different, unexpected turn as he tells of his friend Jenny and her interest in astrology and tarot. The  rather surprising outcome of this chance encounter, is that one afternoon this week he'll be coming to me to do a tarot reading for him....

19 comments:

  1. I'm glad of your verbal diarhoea today, a fascinating account. I often wonder if we are too conditioned "not to talk to strangers", and so miss out on some delightful experiences.

    BTW your link at I Saw Sunday didn't work, so I used the one in my blogroll.

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  2. Chance encounters are often some of the most interesting. I'll be interested to hear how your tarot reading goes:-)

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  3. Interesting post. It is my own personal opinion that tarot reading is an occult art that emanates from an evil spirit. Either that or completely bogus. Nothing against your new acquaintance, though. Just remember that your mam probably told you not to talk to strangers.

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  4. Nothing evil about pieces of cardboard, RWP, nor with a counselling approach used to help people understand more about themselves and their potential. I think you have a misguided view of what Tarot is, and how it may be used for good.

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  5. Lovely snapshot Pen - ditto jabblog; you must tell all!

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  6. I thought your last paragraph was going to say that he suddenly disappeared into thin air. Instead it all sounds to me like the latest line in chat-ups Pen - I shall watch this space with interest.

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  7. I think I'm way past the chat-up age, Weaver! I think he just needed to talk...

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  8. A tarot reading! I've never experienced that and I've always been curious. Maybe one day I'll have a reading. Kevin Butler sounds like a nice soul. Thanks for dropping by my nook. I appreciate it.

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  9. Good story. Thanks, Jinksy. Re the tarot reading. Is he reading you or are you reading him or is Jenny reading you? (confused) I hope it all goes well. Sometimes we just need to be on "receive" when people are transmitting...

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  10. I wouldn't think to equate those interests with spirituality. But I'm funny that way.

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  11. That'll be me giving a reading for him, Earlybird - and you are so right about the transmitting/receiving, for that is exactly what it boils down to!

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  12. Hi Penny, a 'chance' enconter that sounds to have been no chance at all. Just two people being in the right place at the right time. I am sure that your reading will be just what he needs to hear.

    I am with you on the 'pieces of cardboard' thing, I would be more worried about whatever teaches about the fear of them and the belief in evil spirits and such like.

    Thanks very much for linking to I Saw Sunday, I missed seeing you last week. :-) x

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  13. PS. I have deleted your first link and replaced it with the working one. x

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  14. Wonderful vignette--I wonder what your Tarot cards will show?

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  15. Interesting, and a sort of short story. Let us know what happens.
    Next week, no doubt, you will be off on a shamanic journey.

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  16. Harry Nicholson, Sir, I think my whole life has been a shamanic journey on one level... :)

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  17. Love the story Jinksy, and I also use the Tarot for self-exploration and discovery. They may be ancient symbols, but they have an uncanny way of bringing darkness to light.

    Elizabeth

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  18. And the best things in life are free ... what a marvelous and interesting story.

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  19. You just cannot be let out on your own, can you?

    How old is this chap?

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