I get a daily Astrocenter email with both my horoscope and my Tarot reading. It’s not because I believe everything I read – more often, I like to have a day, then go back and read what it said was supposed to happen. And sometimes there’s a little “nugget” that rings true. I opened it early in the day today and this is what the Tarot reading said:
Hello Bridget, Here’s your Tarot Reading for MARCH 09, 2008.
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I like it. I haven’t “dated” anyone since May. In August, I had a short re-fling with the guy I broke up with in May, and I have a “friend” with whom the line between friends and more sometimes gets blurred… but even that has slowed since October or November. I’ve been happy being single – for the most part – but for the last few days I’ve been craving human contact. I’ve been wanting someone to snuggle with, someone to hold hands with, someone to lean on. Perhaps I’m ready to date again… ready to share my heart and feel the emotional and physical connection with another person.
I think I have a better idea of what I’m looking for and what I need now that I’ve taken the break and spent some time figuring out what has worked and what hasn’t worked in my life. I’ve dated three men who had horrible relationship with their mothers (abuse and abandonment) and while there’s a small part of me (probably the psychology major part) that thinks that I can help, I can heal, and I can save him, I really can’t… and I really don’t want to have to. I dated a man who was completely opposite from me in politics and I found that it was hard to relate to him because we looked at issues from opposite directions.
I want someone who is strong and safe and protective, but also allows me to be and respects that I am independent and self-sufficient – they’re not opposite. I want someone with a similar outlook on life and issues, including money, politics and spirituality. He must be “into” music and appreciate all kinds. Must love dogs, must get along with my family, must have a job (or have some other way to pay his bills). Physically, I’m not picky, actually… I don’t care what he looks like or what kind of clothes he wears or what kind of car he drives (as long as he can get where he’s going on his own most of the time)… but he has to be taller than me (5′8″).
So, I’m off to the grocery store to see if my attractive stranger is waiting there for me!
Happy Sunday!


