My own penmanship from my notes--old or recent--functions as a scrying device. I was gazing at the word "plastic" on my planner this morning, because I'd written it to remind myself to buy organizer tubs this afternoon, and I suddenly saw the word as the name "Peachie". It occurred to me that a woman named Peachie, who was one of my classmates in graduate school, is very ill. I have neither seen nor heard from her in 25 years.