"I am a Shaman," she said as she reached us. "I look at people and can see things about them."
My parents had been speaking with another woman about some fundraising that she was doing to assist a local homeless shelter, and asking them to donate. At the news that a spiritual advisor was nearby, this woman jumped forward excitedly asking the Shaman to do a reading for her. The Shaman told of her future, of her health and family, of things to come; and all the while, the woman being read nodded in agreement, broke into smiles, and seemed genuinely happy with what she was being told.
"She's spot on," the woman said, "she was exactly right!"
"Do her next," my mother said smiling and pointing at me, "what do you see for her?"
The Shaman turned towards me and I offered her nothing. I said nothing. Deep down I hoped she would say something like, "your daughter is at peace" or "she says to tell you that she knows how much you love her." I hoped she would give me some hope, some relief from the burden this guilt and loss has placed over me.
The Shaman sized me up from top to bottom, and then looking quite sure of her intuition, began to speak.
"Well, I can tell you have been very happy lately..." she began, and the false hope placed on her words were lost. I am sure she said more, but I was no longer listening. Could any statement possibly have been farther from the truth?