Something odd happened to me yesterday, and I only now just remembered it when the Unit told me that she and Matt were off to try to find the full moon drum circle scheduled for today.
I was standing in line at the little food and beverage kiosk at the Fashion Valley bus terminal where I planned to get a gigantic fucking water because SUN, when this old, disheveled woman approached me and asked if I had a dollar. I did, so I gave it to her. She then promptly broke in front of me and told the kiosk guy what she wanted, which was a drink of some sort. He told her it was $1.50 and I heard her ask in a low tone, "Won't you just take a dollar for it?" I spoke up and said I had the fifty cents. I don't know if she was homeless, and I don't know where she went after making off with her drink.
Looking back on it though, it's a bit similar to a variety of passed-down tales of encounters with the Crone aspect of the Goddess. She would often come across as imposing or ridiculously rude, but always for the purpose to bless, test, educate, or just open your eyes.
Or she could have been a queue-breaker low on cash and even lower on fucks to give. Either way, I'm good with it.
For anyone who is wondering about the pic above, I did link it to the site where I found it, but I'm adding it at the end of this post, as well. It is called Celtic Soul Craft and, to my great surprise (and maybe a little not), the priestess and craftswoman behind it is a Scottish lady who has lived in Asheville, North Carolina since 2009. Synchronicity strikes again!