We are a people hungry for questions and listening, and people who will simply sit down across from us and have a conversation - especially at our most vulnerable times.
A couple days ago I was at my favorite local cafe doing some writing. A woman came in and sat down at the table next to mine. She was carrying an odd shaped box - obviously containing something very special.
A few minutes later a young man came in, looking somewhat hopeless and in need. The two of them spoke and obviously were there to meet each other. Was I about to eavesdrop onto a blind date? Not so much.
Within seconds the mysterious box was opened and the woman placed a handful of mystical tarot cards on the table. The man's hopelessness did a 180. You could see the eagerness for answers in his eyes.
She poked and prodded in the most open-ended ways, that anyone might have been able to come to an equal amount of vague, future-conclusions this fortune teller conjured.
The whole meeting probably didn't last more than 20 minutes, but I saw a once fearful and lost man, leave with certainty and hope.
Now I don't believe that anything this fortune teller said or read, had any actual bearing on this man's future. But what I do believe is that this man was at rock bottom and needed someone's ear. He had her's (at a decent price tag), and in this act of human interaction, he once again was filled with hope of a future.
Perhaps the truth behind this fortune teller's ability, is her capacity to listen and offer hope (even if she's making a decent profit). After all it wasn't that long ago that "professional mourner" was an actual thing...
Maybe this world needs more people that will journey with us in hope. Maybe the woman sitting beside me needs the same, but isn't to the point of conjuring the dead. Maybe in this age of technology, individualism, and cynicism, all we really need is each other. We've been given the capacity to love and listen, and extend grace and compassion with limitless restrictions.
Let's try that.