Thursday, May 27, 2010

headless

Not an ancient site in Rome. Just a garden-variety mishap. Quite literally. The back garden in fact. Poor little plaster(?) lady who'd been hanging out on our garden table long enough to gather mossy bits... When it happened, I almost cried!

But wait - I can sort of explain that. Really. A few days before this incident, a little rose quartz heart I had been carrying around in my pocket for luck (quite obsessively), fell on my toe when I forgot to take it out before taking off my jeans. Ouch!
The next day, I knocked the bottle of rose water my mother gave me when Squirt was born (yeah. I know. But never mind that now) off the ledge where it - granted, precariously - had stood ever since I'd come home from hospital.
And then, this happened. Decapitation no less...
I saw signs. And they weren't good. I caught myself, standing puzzled, wondering what it all meant. Feeling I was surely headed for some great disaster...

But before you start to worry about my sanity - here it comes: the anti-climax. The soppy bit - the wisdom in the center of the bowl of oatmeal. I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath. And I decided that - if it meant anything at all, it would be that I should stop looking for signs in the weird little accidents happening around me - to stuff. Stuff I was holding onto, holding dear, for no other reason than the idea that it all meant something. I decided then and there, that I should trust myself much more than the stuff I've been holding on to.
Paradoxically, I wouldn't be me if I didn't think that is exactly what these signs meant ;)

So I took the dear lady & her head, and glued them back together. They're inseparable for now - for as long as the weather lets the glue hold. Just hanging out on the table again.

I've made a mental note, though: if this chick loses her head again, it's more to do with the quality of the glue than with any sort of misery looming. Not sure similar guarantees apply to this here chick losing sense of perspective again - that happens on & off... I'm getting over myself though; one garden-variety mishap at the time!

Anyone else out there, putting too much stock in signs? I totally understand if you don't feel comfortable facing up to it all here - I only wrote this post so you know you're not alone ;)

4 comments:

  1. hey! i have wasted way too much time trying to determine the meaning of very horrible happenings with stuff, and sometimes weird nature things outside my front door. and i just quit being superstitious all together, well i try really hard, about 2 years ago. i was over the top. i couldn't walk a step without seeing another sign. it is freeing to not be doing that so much anymore. now i'd like to see the humor in every step, instead of the looming disaster! that's my new goal!!!!! love this post. i had 5 minutes for computer and i scrolled through my favorite blogs and yours was where the cursor stopped and grabbed my attention.

    and my word veri is QUITIN! how appropriate!

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  2. Thanks so much Heather & thanks even more for sharing :D I had honestly thought this was one of those posts that wouldn't get any comments because it was just me being odd ;) I can live with that, of course, but it's infinitely nicer not to be odd all on my own :)

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  3. Yvonne, once again the photographs are beautiful!

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