I had a surreal weekend, but one thing that stands out in my mind was my first tarot reading with a woman called ‘Gypsy’  whom I’ve never met her before.   I never had reading done.  I’m skeptical.  She started laying the cards out in a way described as Celtic.  As she ‘read” them, I felt transparent and vulnerable. One of the cards echoed a warning I heard from someone else in the recent past.  It struck a chord and I don’t know why.

However, the point of this was not the reading but rather what Gypsy and I talked about later.  She was walking with a cane due to knee surgery and was wistfully looking at a suspension scene.

“I want to do that some day.”

Yeah, I get it.  Me too.  That was one hell of a suspension scene.

“I’d like to sky dive at least once. ”

“Really?” I asked looking at her knee and cane.

“Yes, and then, I want to …. ” She was on a roll.

“And I’m not done adding to my ‘bucket list.”

A bucket list.  Brilliant.  What would I  want to put on my bucket list?

1.  Win the lottery.

2. Spend at least a year in Europe, visit every country and experience being a native, not a tourist, and speak their language.

3. Be pampered, touched, massaged, touched, kissed, touched, read to, touched, fed and exercised, touched, pampered, touched and then touched some more.

4. Host a talk show with people I find interesting.

5. Go away on a quest to soul search and figure out who I am and where I want to go, then do it.