Over the years, I’ve come to realize that each palmist has their own special fascination in the hands.
Don’t get me wrong, we all find hands, palms and fingers endlessly fascinating, I’ve yet to meet a professional palmist who refuses to learn more or who thinks it’s time to stop learning. Yet, we all have the thing that really floats our boat and makes our toes tingle.
For me, it’s freckles and their sister markings – scars and callouses.
Before I even learned to read hands I was aware of a freckle that appeared on what I now know is the Mount of Jupiter of my left hand. When it appeared I was endlessly curious – I’m not a freckly gal and up til that point I was sure that freckles came about as a pigmentation doo-hicky related to sun and fair skin. (My family is full of fair-skinned Irish peeps, so I’ve seen my share of freckles!).
Yet I had never seen a freckle on the palm of someone’s hand.
At first someone told me it was a birthmark.
I wasn’t buying that explanation, I knew it wasn’t there throughout my life, it had appeared sometime in my 30s. I can’t say for sure when it appeared or if it appeared “over night” or over time. But it was there and it was definitely a dark brown spot sitting atop my Jupiter mount.
About the time that I decided to learn to read hands that freckle had begun to fade and a new one was forming (and is still there) sitting just below the beginning of my heart line, actually tagged by a “dangling anger” from the heart line. It’s big and it’s brown and it’s there just to ensure that I never lose sight of my life lesson.
In the five years since I learned to read hands I’ve come a long way in terms of accepting the gift that my life lesson brings to me. It doesn’t mean that I love the way I can fall into that pit and writhe around when I’m hiding out, but I do understand that every time I take ownership of my lesson and get real about my own trust, surrender and intimacy questions (i.e., trusting the divine, trusting myself and trusting those closest to me), things start to “ease up” around me doing what comes easiest and most natural for me (in other words, I get to step into my purpose in a bigger way.)
The challenge of course is that your lesson can really hit when you’re down. It sometimes feels like I’m being kicked in the gut after falling down a flight of stairs. In that particular moment, I’d be lying if I told you, “Oh, it’s okay, I’m fine, it’s just my life lesson having a little tussle! I’ll be up and at em in no time.”
So that freckle, sitting there below my pinky stares at me every morning when I wake up and check out my hands. Yes, before I put on my glasses, grab my phone or even kick off the covers, I put my hands in front of my eyes and focus on what’s happening, what’s changed and what’s important. We all have our little rituals, it shouldn’t be a shock that a palmist would check out her hands to jump-start her day, right?
That freckle represents all the work that I’m doing to tell my truth, to walk my talk and to stand up for my own voice. That freckle reminds me that no matter how awful or scary my life story seems at the moment — it’s just an illusion. And that the only way out is through. I can’t hide. I can’t stay in bed and I can’t lie. I have to come clean and tell my story.
Whether it’s a conversation with a friend or family member, a story to you, or an admission to an authority figure, the truth has to come out for me to surrender to the path.
I’m stubborn, so that freckle is hanging on — although, thankfully, fading. I’m getting it though. Every day that I walk my talk, my purpose becomes more accessible. My purpose is helping you shine and that, although hard to hang a hat on in terms of “profitably” is what I have to trust. I have to trust that it will all work out. That most trite of expressions is often the calling card I use for myself when my lesson is kicking my arse.
So, love your lesson.
Do all freckles represent our lessons? No.
Sometimes they’re little badges of honor – or memory markers for important milestones in our lives. But most often they seem to show up in me and my clients, to remind us of our strengths and challenges and to encourage us to keep moving, to keep trusting to keep living bigger than we think possible.
What about you? Have any freckles on the palm side of your hand? Tell me about them in the comments!