Moon.

I'm sitting on my deck. It's twilight. The air is humid, and I can hear a mosquito buzzing near my ear.

I spy the moon in the western sky. I sing softly to myself.

I wanna rock with you. Dance you into day...

I walk with the Dog.

So Vicki comes over, and she's got a book.

"What's that?" I ask.

She proceeds to open the book; several cards resembling tarot cards fall out.

"We are going to see who your spirit guide is using this book and these cards," as she began to spread the cards face down upon the table.

"Pick one," she demands.

Funny. There are fifteen cards in front of me... but one catches my eye. It is no different than the others...

I turn it over.

On the card is a drawing of a beautiful dog, a golden retriever.

"I knew it," Vicki sighs and consults the book. "You walk with the dog. You are loyal, you love people, you are eager to please and serve. The 'dog' fits you perfectly." She looks up with raised eyebrows and a small smile on her lips, apparently satisfied with herself.

I laugh. Vicki always has a way of making me feel special and unique with her crystals, her beads, and her Native American beliefs. I love her.