Most of the women are about fifty years old and very empowered, if I may use that term. A regal woman with her hair in a bun asks if we know the new term being used for an older woman who has a relationship with a younger man. "A cougar," she smiles, knowingly.
After introductions, we call the four compass directions, Peruvian style, and then have quiet meditation. I especially like the faint sounds of a choir upstairs that sprinkle around us. We take turns pulling cards with uplifting messages: "Undergo your path with compassion and total trust," "Nourish those around you and be nourished," "The gift of patience is patience."
Someone passes a sheet that enumerates spirit guides in categories joy guides, protectors, doctors/teachers, and so on and a conversation ensues about whether or not we really need their help anymore. "We're suppose to be trusting our own abilities," says one, "and spending our time with positive thoughts, cocreating."
Is that what I've been doing? You know, I prayed for a house, and it came. Really. Then I prayed for a great job, and it came. Hmmmm . . . I probably should start praying for a Jacuzzi.