Page 214 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“It’s blue-violet,” she answered, but Ida frowned.
“No, dear, it’s indigo. There’s quite a difference.”
“Indigo,” Libby whispered. It had never dawned on her to see the colors as one.
“While blue denotes contentment and peacefulness and violet shows us power, indigo takes elements from both colors to create something new. Indigo is the shade of those who seek truth, who aspire to enlighten others and guide others. Your psychic glow is your truth. Indigo is the color of deep devotion—devotion to loved ones and to their life’s work. Your mother and I used these qualities to craft her intention.”
“Do you remember the intention?” Libby asked.
Ida closed her eyes and exhaled an even breath. “Aurora wanted her family to embrace love, care for each other, and follow their hearts. She wanted you all to picture your family’s happy times and hold them in your heart.”
Picture a time when you were truly happy. Hold that feeling in your chest, close to your heart.
“Wow,” she said, wonder coating the word. “My mother never told me this was her intention.”
“Had she told you about this solemn wish, it might have colored your view of yourself. She understood that there was a path, and it was yours alone to discover.”
Libby brushed a tear from her cheek.
“And then,” Ida continued, “when Maud called and told me a Libby Lamb was part of the group renting the old Victorian on the hill, I understood why that butterfly told me it was time to come home. Since that day, I’ve been keeping tabs on you.”
“From Maud and Bob? I thought I sensed a connection to them. It must have been you.”
“Yes, Maud and Bob had quite a bit to say about you and Erasmus. But I must say, I learned a lot from the internet. It’s come a long way in ten years.”
“It has,” Libby replied through a teary chuckle.
“I noticed that the aquamarine stone didn’t do much to contain your rage the evening we met,” Ida added, but there was mischief twinkling in her eyes.
Libby stroked her thumb across the stone. “I took what you said to mean that I should practice some rage yoga.”
Ida flashed a wry grin. “Well, my dear, you succeeded. I must have watched those astronauts reenacting that video of you throwing theobjectsat Erasmus Cress a hundred times.”
“That night set quite a bit into motion,” she said, glancing out the window.
“I know, dear. You love him, don’t you?”
She met Ida’s gaze. “Erasmus?”
“And the little boy, too.”
“Sebastian.” She smiled. “Yes, I love them, but it’s complicated.”
Ida nodded. “When Maud told me you and Erasmus were participating in the Ass-in-Nine, I knew that had to be the ripples of your mother’s intention guiding you on your path. Did Bob tell you that the donkeys know?”
“He did.”
“Animals are intuitive,” Ida continued. “They bond with their caregivers, and that bond lasts. It can also bring humans together. I hear you won the race.”
“I did thanks to a butterfly-chasing Jennie named Plum. But my path is a little unclear at the moment,” Libby confessed.
“I see. And how are your brothers?”
“They’re doing well. They’re studying to be doctors.”
“And your father?”
Libby’s heart sank.
