“Yes, let’s go.”
I’ve read a lot of books, and it can really help me escape reality when I need it the most. Maybe it’s the same for Genevieve. Honestly, I imagine that it’s the same for most people who read books.
When you feel drained, or are going through something hurtful, you pick up your book and escape for a while. And it’s the most peaceful thing, disappearing into another world, to another dimension where none of your problems exist.
Walking towards the city, I look for a bookshop, wanting to buy her a book, to make her happy.
We walked by a few small boutiques, a flower shop, a spell shop, and a few other small buildings that I didn’t bother to remember.
We pass by a witch shop, whose sign reads,“Where the magic happens.”
“Can we please go inside?” Genevieve asks me nicely, tiptoeing in excitement.
“If that’s what you want.” I open the dark wooden door, “Ladies first.” I say, letting Genevieve go firstjust as a gentleman should.
Stepping into the shop, a dark embrace surrounds us. Every wall and the floor is in a dark brown oak. Emerald, sage and mystic fern plants are hanging from the ceiling, all kinds and sorts.
In the middle of the shop stands a big, long table, built in the same wood as the rest of the boutique. On top of it sits all types of crystals, beautiful purple amethyst, snow quartz, citrine, aventurine,rose quartz.
Rose quartz reminds me of Genevieve.
Why do I even know so much about crystals?Is the question I ask myself.
Mother.
My mother used to teach me about crystals when I was young. She would teach about different ones every day. She explained to me that it was important knowledge for witches like her–because she was a witch and not a fairy like me and my father–to know every meaning behind every crystal. Therefore she made a magical game where I had to guess the right crystal hiding behind her back.
She taught me the art and importance of listening to your gut. To be able to tell the difference between emotions and intuition.
Emotions are strong, intense and even explosive. They could lead to things such as anxiety. Intuition, however, is calm. It sounds like a whisper. It’s peaceful and leads to grounded clarity if you trust it.
The sides and corners of the shop are filled with overstuffed shelves that hold tarot decks, oracle cards, jars in different sizes and shapes, candles in all the colors of the palette, and spiritual books.
One specific book steals all my attention,“What the flower tells us.”
As Genevieve is busy looking at everything else, I grab the book from the shelf, and start skimming through it until I find what I’m looking for on page eighty-six.
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Tulip.86
Tulips bloom at the beginning of spring, they have a meaning of rebirth. If someone is going through life changes, give them a wonderful bouquet of tulips.
Red tulip: Deep love, respect, admiration.
Orange tulip: Celebrating, enthusiasm, energy.
Yellow tulip: Energy, strength, growth, cheerfulness, joy.
Purple tulip: Royalty, nobility.
Pink tulip: Love, affection, friendship, well wishes, care.
White tulip: Forgiveness, respect, purity, honor.
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That reallydoesdescribe Genevieve with just a few easy words. Esme was right about this. She would definitely be a pink tulip.
