Why DID the chicken cross the road?

Updated: Nov 1, 2020

Ahh you thought I might actually have an answer for this age old question. I do, but not how you might like. Instead of a chicken, substitute a child who's last name is Hens and we will consider that the chicken. There were six chickens actually, and they lived across the street from one another every summer during their childhood. The road in question, was a dirt one, with lots of rocks and bumps and when it rained, there would be puddles and we would strap on garbage bags, jump in all the puddles on the bumpy dirt road and slide in puddles on the lawn. We thought that was pretty awesome by the way. This was the road at our collective cottages and because we crossed the road so often, someone made us a sign. (I do not recall that part of the story.) It featured a big mother Hen and some little baby chickens. In big red letters, it said "Hens Crossing."


What does that story have to do with this blog or website? Well, nothing really. Other than it is my last name and that was a magical time and place in my life. And in the last several years I have been crossing other realms, not just dirt roads. So I thought it was catchy and here we are.


If we haven't met, my name is Christy Hens. I am a reluctant and skeptical psychic medium who loves to witness super wild things happen that cannot be explained by mere chance. I do not believe in coincidences. I do believe in miracles, magic and the power of collective consciousness to change things and make new ideas. I intend to share some of my stories here and I would LOVE to hear yours. I feel like if we all talked more about these magical "not coincidences" we might start to shift some consciousness. And then who knows what might happen next? Drop me a line. I would love to connect with you.


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