Friends, I do not rock it old school.
When you arrive at my office, which is airy and light and comfortable, you will catch nary a whiff of the lingering trails of incense. I will not greet you dressed in flowy tunics with a shawl or two draped about my person. There are no candles burning, mostly due to fire regulations, but still. I am not a member of the Crystal Ball Contingent in good standing.
If you look closely, you’ll find exactly 2.5 trappings of the New Age around, one being the beautiful, perfectly heart-shaped amethyst crystal left to me by a dear client who passed away, and the other some decks of tarot and angel cards set out for clients to use if they are feeling adventurous and want to practice choosing a daily message for themselves. There’s also a gorgeous watercolor print of the seven chakras by an artist friend. Ok, 3 trappings. But that’s about it.
The rooms are appointed with comfy couches, plants I fuss over, lots of art on the walls, and a huge bookshelf crammed with great fiction (mostly historical), memoirs, essays, and poetry, as well as plenty of books on spirituality and human development.
On the surface, you might think you were in a very open-minded therapist’s office. But even though I am not a therapist nor do I play one on TV, the vibe is as far from Gypsy Ouji Seance Mystery Realm as you can get. I am not anti-Gypsy Ouji Mystery Seance Realm. In fact some of my best friends and colleagues are very talented representatives of the Gypsy Ouji Mystery Seance Realm. I have nothing against that aesthetic, but I am on a mission to teach as many people as I possibly can that intuition is not a rare and strange thing that only the slightly kooky among us experience. Intuition, shoved into the margins of human ability, needs to be normalized above all else.
Years ago I briefly joined the PTO at my sons’ elementary school because that sounded like the most interesting intersection of roles I could take on, a stereotype-challenging move that broadened the idea of what everyday parents did. “I’m an Intuitive and coordinator of kids’ bake sale”. Unfortunately, for reasons having nothing to do with my many unusual talents, and everything to do with being an exhausted parent of young kids who was clearly neither well-rounded nor crafty nor organized enough to be an asset to the organization, it didn’t really work out. I left to make room for a parent who had more to give.