My Mom's Sight.

My mom is a genius. Not in the sterotypical, "Good Will Hunting" kind of way. But in other ways I find difficult to explain. She has the amazing ability to not only make you a delicious cup of Turkish coffee, but also, after you turn it upside down and let it all settle, to read your cup and tell you what's in store for you.

Now, I don't care what you believe, and what you don't. My mom says it, and somehow, things happen. On my most recent trip home, we sat down with my aunt, and drank our Turkish coffee. My mom hates to look at my cup....in case there is bad news there, but as soon as she looked this time, her eyes lit up and just kept saying, "Oh this is good!" Now when she looks, she can see things right away, knows what they represent, look like, etc. Sometimes I totally don't see what she sees, I just see blobs of coffee grinds in a cup. But somehow, I think my mom is a lot wiser in a lot of things than almost everyone realizes. That's kinda cool.

There's an angel with wings spread, watching over two people in an embrace, and the cup has a dark bottom with an eye in the middle, but it's opening up, which means good things are coming. There are people climbing up walls or mountains, crawling up to where they want to be. That sounds pretty darn good to me. Knock on wood.