The Road Less Traveled…. December 27th,2012 (but remember, I'm just passing through)
I met a Gypsy some 40 years ago in Argentina- on the road, wagon wheels and camping, another
world…, definitely another world.
I met a gypsy today, in fact two or three… (They are
supportive women-helping each other). Been many a year… Always outside my round of daily
activities… Provocative women, who would say no?... Charming, dancing, or at least slightly moving, as they
spoke. I was intrigued… Wouldn’t you be too?
Touching me ever so slightly as they talked rapidly as if I
understood what they wanted and were offering.
Want?”… “$ for
my baby on the ground next to me .So she can have some bread“” She needs
something.” I look down and what youngster doesn’t look hungry at 8 AM ? O.K. give her some $ for the young
child.
(I’m sitting on
my motorcycle) getting the tank filled with the Attendant filling my gas tank
at my side. I give him a glance and he looks down. Not interested in making a
comment and he has to put up with this form of request from the Gypsies all the
time. Who knows, maybe he’s the Pimp? A Pumping Pimp?
In any case I
am enticed outside the gas filling lane to an area still inside the gas station
grounds but…not in the way and
she…never caught her name. (I’d given her $ for the poor child name.) Was it
given? Yes? No? But since I was such a” sensitive
person”… to the needs of others she’d tell my fortune for nothing…well…
I could be gracious if I approved of the Fortune…
Well, with all my clothes on… I mean with all my motorcycle
gear on… and my motor running… I wasn’t sure I wanted to get into a prolonged
interaction with this sexy young woman who kept contact with my wrist as she
spoke….oh! (Frankly, I’ve
never met a Gypsy who didn’t know how to do fantastic things with wrist touch…
haven’t you?...)
It always
involves more $$... Ya,
well she’d keep her finger on my
palm while she gave me a blessing and asked 10 questions, half of which
I couldn’t understand. But I could feel her finger moving around ever so
slightly…. I was disoriented.
Then I
remembered a movie I’d seen last week and the message had three elements two of
which I currently remember( not bad I’d say…)
one was :1) Distract the enemy. . Get their attention
elsewhere away from the money. Keep ‘em focused elsewhere. Disorient them so they don’t know what
is happening…
2) Since you, as the Sorceress, know that they don’t want to look bad in public,
you’ll provide them an opportunity to not display there ineptitude in public. Just a few more $ and I
leave you to go but…” you can’t leave right now while we’re in the middle of
this fortune telling process…This
is serious. Processes are happening beyond my powers… This would be a serious
travesty and with consequences I would not be responsible for…”
bang..frustration. ackward feelings.. of wanting to flee and
not wanting to be here but there is such a velvet clutch around me…it is hot
and getting hotter, my white silk scarf that should be flying in the breeze, is
getting damp…
“ OK give me my $, I say, that you are holding in the palm
of your hand.”(As you bless it)… Here’s something else for the kid.. I’ve got
more important things to do, like continue my trip without feeling fleeced…too
often….”
I was left with the words ringing in my ears that “ You
foreigners are wound tight and don’t want to help…, you won’t even give me
money for a cigarette”!.
That quickly
took me to beach activity in South America 40 years ago.. could have been
anywhere in the world where someone from outside has something ($) and the
locals, they don’t ,but both want to party…so how pays?... It winds up that
those who have , give and those who don’t , benefit, as do all of us in that
situation.
Next time you pull into your gas station, stay away from a
young, swaggering , long skirted, slightly disheveled, sexy woman who wants to
offer you your dreams for a few pesos…
On second
thought, who knows where a trip like that might have led?... Campfires with Flamenco singers,…
Dancers illuminated by the flames of the fire,….or just another round of
screaming, unkempt and needy children?
I don’t have the answer because I didn’t go there…
But isn’t that always the choice… The road less
traveled..?
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