Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
Sometimes a-ha moments just bubble up out of the subconscious mind at the strangest Â moments. Â Like between the strawberries and the sweet potatoes.
It strikes Â me Â onÂ a middle-of-the-night Â grocery Â run.
Something said to me years ago by a talented clairvoyant at a spiritual gathering. Itâ€™s been at least three years ago, and Iâ€™d completely Â forgotten.Â And I donâ€™t know how I could have forgotten and why Iâ€™d ever think of it on this night after all this time.
My marriage was over and I knew it, though it was another year before I filed for divorce. The last thing I had on my Â mind was men. I would have been perfectly content if every last one of them vanished from the face of the Earth. Yes. Everyâ€¦lastâ€¦one.
(Kinda like at the end of my date with Mister-Not-Speaking-the-Sa me-Language-Didnâ€™t-Slow-Things- Down-with-Girl#9. )
And then, at this gathering, this very talented clairvoyant sat down next to me and told me I was already emotionally Â divorced, Â even Â though Â I Â was Â still Â wearing Â my wedding band. I hadnâ€™t thought of it that way, but it was true. Iâ€™d already seen a lawyer but I hadnâ€™t done anything yet. There was no closeness left, and seemingly no love at all. Â But Â at Â least Â I Â was Â off Â of Â the Â anti-depressants Â Iâ€™d needed to get through the days and the sleeping pills Iâ€™d needed to get through the nights.
The clairvoyant told me that around the time the divorce went final, a new man would pop into my life. Not new to me, Â but Â new in that I knew him and had never thought of him in that way.
I distinctly remember rolling my eyes. Particularly Â at the Â very Â specific Â descriptionÂ Â given Â to Â me. Â Someone younger whom Â Iâ€™d find very sexy and sweet and Iâ€™d be crazy about him and heâ€™s stir up some very intense feelings for me, maybe more than Iâ€™d ever known. Not just that, but this would be a man who really understood me and Â appreciated Â me. Yeah, right. I didnâ€™t know anyone like that!
I wasnâ€™t particularly Â interested Â in anything Â the clairvoyant had to say about men. Iâ€™d had quite enough of
men. I didnâ€™t want any more. At all. No interest. Not romantic or sexual or even platonic. In fact, I was having a hard time trying not to hate all men.
â€œHeâ€™s going to want to be friends for a long time be- fore thereâ€™s more,â€ the clairvoyant told me. â€œAs for you, after you meet this man, your inner Aphrodite is going to come out like never before.â€
I Â rememberÂ Â respondingÂ Â with Â somethingÂ Â between choking and Â laughter. I couldnâ€™t see myself ever having any interest in a man again. Ever.
â€œMy inner Aphrodite,â€ I told the clairvoyant, â€œis dead and buried.â€
â€œWell, then,â€ the clairvoyant said with a grin, â€œSheâ€™s about to be resurrected.â€
Funny that Iâ€™d think of this now.