Possessions lessons

[image error]Some of you may have remarked that my life has been somewhat lively since last August when I celebrated my Croning. Things are changing and the only reason for change is: lessons to be learned.


You may remember that my old pent made it known that it needed to be elsewhere, around the time that a dear friend wanted to be initiated. Perfect! They found each other just when I was required to change for another symbol.


I only realized tonight that most of my everyday jewelry had gone missing in the hospital. I don’t mind. I am not very attached to possessions. They are like people. They come into one’s life for a reason a season or a lifetime and very few are for life. They have been stolen? Well, perhaps they will find their way to someone who needs but can’t afford them. I hope so..


My third degree pent which came back to me for my Croning? Well, with the news about my health, I need stronger and more wild protection. Father-love rather than mother-love – I had already ordered a Cernunnos head pendant [image error]which would be more suitable – the Lord of the Wild Places, Protector of the Animals will sit above my poorly heart to shield it. I’ve worn a pent for over twenty years, in my older age maybe I need the more original symbols.


Twenty years ago, Badger put a ring on my finger to symbolise our love. He isn’t sad that it has gone. I simply brought out my box of ritual rings and asked him to choose one that would now represent our union. Very wisely, he chose a large Alexandrite which used to belong to my Aunt Helen, no mean witch herself, which came through my [image error]mother to me. It is the same colour as the amethyst engagement ring which, in our usual arse-about-face-style, he bought me a year after marriage. We went on honeymoon before the wedding too! So finally, our collaboration will be shown by a mixture of colour and hereditary which has no more meaning than my original afterthought engagement ring.


Things mean what we chose to make them mean. A soft toy can be more meaningful to a couple than a costly jewel, depending on its significance in their life together.


I adore my funny little ex-postal van. It isn’t a sports’ car, fast or flashy but it is an ideal teddy-mobile and suits me [image error]down to the ground. A funny little two-person plus animals vehicle that takes me where I want to go, comfy and fitting my size and style. The only other vehicle I have had which was more apt was my 2CV – a mobile teddy-bears’ picnic mobile. Both can be used for shopping or impromptu camping.


[image error]I had one of those and it is gone – Custard is his perfect replacement. Feelings and people matter while things don’t unless they represent those feelings and people who are gone for good. Lesson learned.


 


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Published on March 28, 2017 18:17
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Ailsa Abraham

Ailsa Abraham
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