Witch Bus

My game plan was to take the bus from my apartment to the metaphysical store Terra Blue, and back. This was meant to be the perfect cultural experience. I would get to explore a bit of Greensboro, I would be able to figure out the bus system- a skill that would come in handy for off-campus clinical placements- and I would be exposed to a new culture.

I had everything planned and on Saturday, a little after noon, I made my way to the bus stop. I proudly boarded the bus after waiting ten minutes and watched the street signs attentively so I wouldn’t miss my stop. I came off the bus at my stop, and walked the remainder of the way to Terra Blue.

After getting lost only once, I confidently stepped into the store, where I was greeted by three cats and Sarah, the store’s effervescent owner.  I asked if she practiced Wicca and she told me she was actually a Witch. She explained that Witches practice magick by using spellwork and energies to change themselves or the world while Wicca was a religion. I asked her to recommend an item from her store for me to take with me as a souvenir and she advised that I walk around and whatever caught my eye was probably what I needed. Her rationale was, our souls know what they want but our minds get in the way.

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This sign was all over the store.

I followed her advice and explored her store. I passed daggers, pendants, pendulums, charms, herbs, incense, semi-precious stones, crystals, candles, quills, parchment and potions. I couldn’t help but be amazed that her store had much of the Witch paraphernalia I always saw on tv. I left her store with an amethyst stone for peace, an apetite stone for creativity, an opalite stone for smooth transitions and a selenite desert rose stone for strengthened mental abilities. I can’t wait to see if my soul really knew best.

I left Terra Blue and made my way to the bus stop. I spotted a man in the distance engaged in an animated conversation with either himself or a tree. Mi neva plan fi stop an ask him. I concluded that if I walked confidently and avoided eye contact then he would not see me. It did not work.

“Hello! I’m talking to you!” he yelled. Yes Jah-Jah, a suh it aguh end yah now! My heart kicked into high gear and I glanced around for the nearest escape route. He asked me for money but I told him I didn’t have any cash on me and continued walking. I survived!

When I got to the bus stop, I looked around, realized I was the only person on the street and decided to find another bus stop in a more populated area. I walked the long way around because if I ran into Mr. Tree-man I may not have been so lucky the second time ’round. I eventually found one, checked my bus tracker app and saw that the bus wouldn’t arrive for another hour.

I waited patiently in the sun and one hour and eight minutes later, I watched as my bus drove right by me. I was at the wrong bus stop. I tried to google a number for a cab and my highspeed data conveniently ran out. I was flustered. I walked to the nearest store, asked the clerk for the number of a cab company. My cab arrived in five minutes, I was home in two minutes and I went straight to bed. I was not made for this much drama in one day.

This was my most stressful adventure to date. Mastering the bus system would make me more independent as I would be able to navigate the Greensboro area more freely, but I need time to recover.

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