Saturday, my sister, Payton, and I went to Savannah, GA to get out of the towns we lived in and explore for a bit. She and I had zero plans aside from wanting to do a ghost tour that night.
We wandered around Savannah listening to music, day drinking, talking to lads having bachelor parties, and going to a psychic.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Payton and I were walking down River Street after lunch when we came upon a sign advertising for palm readings and tarot cards by Sylvia. Payt (I call her Payt) casually went, “I’ve always wanted to go to one of those things.” She was rather noncommittal with her statement. It was one of those passerby sentences that you say out loud but don’t really care if anyone is listening or not.
Well I was listening.
And I was interested.
I responded with, “Me too! Come on let’s do it!” I marched us up the most difficult set of stairs to Sylvia’s shop to have our palms read or what not.
Yall, I am from the Deep South. I grew up in a Baptist church, a dry house, and was convinced that those psychic people were just con artists who told you a bunch of hootenanny that’s vague enough to get you interested at unbelievably high prices.
But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t curious!
I rang the doorbell and waited for Sylvia to make her appearance. In my mind, I pictured a woman with colorful clothing; her dark wavy hair pulled to one shoulder. I imagined her having piercings and an interesting accent from a far away land. I thought she would be different, something affected by an outside being or entity or ideology or practice that I didn’t understand.
Nope. She was plain Jane.
Sylvia wore a long denim skirt with a black top. She had an olive completion with kind eyes and dark hair tucked into a modest bun at the base of her head. Sylvia’s accent was a Yankee accent, although it had been slightly tamed after what I could tell was years in the south.
Sylvia was normal.
Behind Payt and I was another couple that had an appointment. She looked from us to them and back to us. She then asked the couple to reschedule as she wanted to see Payton and I. We didn’t argue with that!
Sylvia welcomed us into her shop. We each decided to only do the tarot card reading at Sylvia’s recommendation that it’s not best to mix tarot cards and a palm reading.
Payton went first.
She went into her small office reading area thing and sat at the table with Sylvia. The doors were closed and I was left to wonder was going on in there.
I could hear bits and peices of their conversation but I was more intrigued by what was going on in the waiting room.
The ceiling was covered by deep blue fabric with golden stars and moons. The table across from me had relics covering it. The relics weren’t representing one custom or belief more than the other. Large gem stones stood on the table as well as a giant gem stone chart on the wall. I couldn’t help but wonder what all of it meant.
Before I knew it, Payton was finished, and it was my turn.
I sheepishly but excitedly (if that’s possible) got up from the chair and went to the table.
Now, what I am about to tell you is more or less the conversation that Sylvia and I had. This is just as much for my memory of this event as well as for your entertainment in reading (if I haven’t lost your interest and all). So don’t judge me ok? Lol ok.
Sylvia had me shuffle the tarot cards. She said it didn’t matter how I shuffled them, so I just mixed them up in all different kinds of ways. And then for good measure, when I put them on the table, I sliced the deck.
She began to flip over the cards.
Immediately she said, “You have guardian angels in your life. One is a very prominent male. You have a deep connection with him. Any ideas who that might be?” I thought for a moment and remembered my great grand father, Pa. I don’t remember knowing Pa as I was only two when he passed away, but I have been told countless stories of him. I am named after one of his sons. My grand dad’s name is Morgan Cantrell. I am called Little Morgan in our family, and I’ve always said I wanted to name my oldest son Major after Pa. Sylvia went on to describe my angels personality about how he was strong willed, fearless, and stubborn. She asked if I ever noticed an energy. When I asked her to define energy, she responded with, “An unexplained feeling.” I told her that sometimes I feel fearless, like I could do anything I wanted. She said that was Pa protecting me and urging me to keep going.
Sylvia asked me about my projects in paperwork. I explained to her that I have a travel blog, a column in a newspaper, and that I’m also working on a history book. She smiled and said, “These projects are very important. They are what makes you happy. You will be successful and widely known within your field.” She then surprised me with, “But you haven’t given into these projects fully. What is holding you back?”
That shocked me.
Something I have been saying over and over to my family and friends is that I felt like I needed to go full time in writing. That I needed to focus on my blog. That I needed to try to syndicate my column. But I hadn’t done any of these things. I explained to Sylvia that I have bills to pay – student loans, a car payment, plane tickets, etc. I needed to keep my steady job. She understood that it was scary to take the leap into full time writing, but that if I did, everything would be ok. Sylvia reassured me that I would be taken care of and that I would be successful. She explained that everything was already in motion for me to be successful. I just needed to trust myself and my abilities.
She then told me, “Do the thing you have planned for the end of the year.” Little did she know and little did ANYONE ELSE know, I had started to think about another working holiday.
On the way to Savannah that morning, I talked to Payton about how she would feel if I did another working holiday. She explained that she would be upset and would miss me, but she knew that traveling was what I wanted to do. Sylvia said, “People will be upset, but you won’t be hurting anyone. You are supposed to go and you have really already made the decision to go. Do it.”
The last card she flipped over came with this question, “Why are you concerned with marriage and children?”
Bam. There was the big one.
“I’m afraid that I won’t find someone who wants to travel like I do. I know it’s a big commitment and I’m just not sure there is someone out there who wants that kind of life with me.”
That was the most honest answer I’ve ever given anyone on that topic.
“You’ve already met him.”
“It’s someone you know. When you met him, the timing wasn’t right. But sometime in May/June it will happen. He will travel the world with you. He will take care of you for a change. You’ve always given and given in relationships. You’ve been the person to take care of the other. He will ask you how YOU are doing.”
“Wait, I KNOW him!?”
Smiling, “Yes, you do.”
“One of your children could be born in another country, and you’re completely ok with that idea.”
By this point, my jaw has hit the floor, “Um, yeah. Actually I am. I’ve said that I would love for one of my kids to be born in Europe purely for the EU visa.”
Wtf!? Apparently, I’ve already met the man I’m going to marry, he and I are going to travel the world together, and I’m going to be a successful writer! So much positivity!!
At the end of the discussion, I asked her why the card Fire was right in the middle. I mean, it was smack dab in the center. She explained that it was my passion and the fact that everything is already in motion to begin the rest of my
Then it was over.
Payton and I said our goodbyes and silently walked away from Sylvia’s shop. A little down the way Payton asked, “So you wanna talk about it!?” And of course we did. We compared and contrasted our talks. I told her things I didn’t tell yall and I told her all about my apparent Mr. Right.
Now, I’m by no means saying that any of this stuff is real or that it’ll come true, but it was fun to go and experience it. Maybe I actually already have met the man I’m going to marry and maybe I will get to travel the world. Maybe Payton actually will have twin boys!!! Nonetheless, I have had my tarot cards read and it was an interesting experience.
If you’re ever in Savannah, look Sylvia up! She also does group readings! It may all be hogwash, but it’s fun to just do and see what she has to say.
What are your thoughts? Am I crazy? Haha! I’m pretty sure I am!