Last week was an interesting one and further proof for me of the fundamental interconnectedness of all things.
On Monday, I donned my Victorian outfit again and went along to do some filming as an extra. It was a student project, not a big budget movie, but it was a fun day in all and I was glad to help. The action consisted mostly of walking back and forth to build crowd scenes. You would think that would be fairly simple, but there is, it seems, more of an art to walking than you’d imagine, particularly when you are required to arrive at a particular spot at precisely the same time as a number of other people and all get there in a certain order.
The real surprise was how unobtrustive the camera was, how undaunting and easy to ignore. I’d been apprehensive beforehand, never having been filmed and ordinarily camera shy, but it was nothing compared with standing up in front of a roomful of people and giving a talk or presentation, which I have survived unscathed on numerous occasions. So now I am at ease with being filmed. Next stop stardom? Perhaps not – the results may yet send me scurrying for cover when I’ve seen them!
On Wednesday, I had the opportunity to wax lyrical about Tarot, a topic I can discuss until the cows have gone out and come home a few times, left on a gap year travelling and returned to settle down into a respectable 9 to 5 routine.
Whilst Tarot is a part of my life, albeit not on a daily, or sometimes even weekly, basis, it has been something of a background element recently and the opportunity to share my interest rather re-ignited my enthusiasm. Possibly this is why I jumped happily into a Twitter debate on the nature of the Queen of Swords and had a fine time debating her qualities. It made me rather wish that that the forthcoming election was being fought by Court Cards and not politicians – it would be so much more interesting and colourful.
Finally, on Saturday, I spent the afternoon with friends that I haven’t seen in far too long (almost 2 years). Our children are all old enough now to go off and entertain themselves, leaving the adults to chew the fat, mostly in the shape of Pringles and chocolate cake, in front of a crackling real fire.
I’d forgotten to take along my “handbag” deck, so when I was asked to do some Tarot readings, my friend rounded up her very old deck from the various places it had been scattered. It was touch and go whether the dinosaur and Ben 10 trumps would be needed. “Beware of a triceratops crossing your path, my dear” or “You will meet a tall, dark, handsome alien” would have been a first!
The nice thing about seeing good friends is that it really doesn’t seem to matter how long it was since you last saw them and you just carry on where you left off. The very curious thing was that by coincidence (or synchronicity, if you prefer), one of them knew people connected with my Monday adventure and another with Wednesday’s. Small world!