Jewelry and the Gods

Dear Neophyte,

Since Yule wound up and is winding down I have felt called back to the Gods.  I've had a dream recently about Eagle and the fae people.  I've kept it to myself since my sister is on a self-centered trip right now (it's hard to read that and understand that it's a good thing, but it is) and doesn't want to make time for anyone else information right now.  I'm keeping my missions to myself for the time being.

I reflected upon Them and decided to redo their altar spaces.  I'm going to give them that entire book shelf and set up the other shelf in my room (that's still in a box, but is the exact shame shelf) for the non-religous items.

I tried setting it up I realized the other shelf needed the screwdriver that is no longer in my tool kit.  The toolkit is now being stored in my closet.  I can no longer agreeably share things with other members of my household since, "I didn't lose it" became the unarguable last line of defense when it wasn't me so it had to be you.

Since I can't put the shelf up without my drill I decided to buy my own screwdriver set to expand my toolkit and also to clean out my closet.  A lot of that space is not being utilized properly and if I did that I'd be able to stick my art supplies and other things in there, thus freeing up room for more deities on my altar.

I'm going to give Anubis his own space separate from my totems and helpers.  The totems will also get their own space on the shelf as opposed to just 'decorating' the top of my computer desk.

These major shifts, and the fact that I'm not talking about them to anyone (you, dear reader, do not in fact no me and are not a 'someone' whom I'm not suppose to be talking to) must be catching the attention of the Gods, for today while cleaning my closet and thinking about Them I found a bag of precious jewelry that has been lost for over a year and a half.

The last place I saw the jewelry was in the airport in Nevada.  I was with Dakota and it was in my bag.  I switched it to another bag while picking up something of his.  I haven't seen it since.  How it got into one of my seabags is anyone's issue, since they were in the belly of the plane a quarter mile away at the other end of the airport.

I wondered what was up when five months after I realized they were missing I found one of the pieces (the most non-precious of them, but that I've had since childhood) in the floor of my closet in another house.  It saddened me a little to find it and not the ones that had real sentimental value.

However, that is over.  This jewelry has been missing so long I completely forgot about it.  Then in shaking out a sea bag I turn around and it's sitting in the floor!  How it didn't get broken or tarnished is anyone's guess!

What I got back was a gold painted mother-of-pearl necklace my sister got me during one of my visits to Tillamook Oregon.  It's hand made by an artist on the coast there and I spotted it halfway across the farmer's market we were at.  It was the first thing I ever let someone buy for me, paying full price, that I got just because I wanted.

Yesterday I also bought something for myself that I got just because I wanted (post about it can be found on my Southern Woman blog).  I discussed poverty and getting over that mind set.

The second piece that was in there is a silver necklace with an amethyst pendant.  It was given to me, I believe, as a Yule gift from my sister's ex-husband (after the divorce, no less) and is the only amethyst necklace I have.  My mother gave me two rings years ago, but one of them got lost or stolen (most likely stolen).  My favorite one I wore all the time is the one I managed to keep. I cant remember if it was the one I have or the one I lost that my mother said she went into a shop and made payments on.

I'm the only one of her children she ever bought real jewelry for.  Actually I'm the only one anyone ever buys real jewelry for... and I don't even ask for it.

This is my lesson today though.  I'm refinding the gods and refinding my silver, seashells and amethyst too.  Message hear, Guys!  I'm on my way back to you!

Salutations,
Sesh

Altar Cloths Abound

Hello,

I'm now almost 6 weeks into working at Joann's.  Most of the time the usual bland assortment of guests come through.  Cranky about having to drive back to town over one spool of thread, one more skein of wool or how they came in for one thing and couldn't help but go all consumerists in every isle.

Then you get the real gem customers.  The lady who was making very tasteful wine bottle covers.  Being from the South we are all about keeping the alcohol covered, but not shying away from it's consumption.  There is the lady making table runners; one making new years decorations and the guy who is making all three siblings from Animaniacs.

Lately though I have seen a plethora of people coming in to make Pagan arts and crafts.  One woman was making Wolf and Eagle jewelry.  I don't know what the finished product was going to look like but I overheard her talking about it with her daughter.  It looked like they were both Native American and the daughter was about 10 and wearing this shirt.

The selection of items they brought up looked like it would have made something like this, but also with a couple of Eagle and Wolf pendants as well.

Credit

The next day I had a lady with some very nice red lame fabric.  I asked what it was for (we are a craft store after all!) and she said, "It's not really... to make something."  I was confused by her off-putting eye aversion.  I wanted to know what you'd do with that much red fabric if you didn't intend to use it to "make" something.  Then she said, "It's kinda weird."  I had this "try me" look on my face so she she takes the fabric and puts it in her bag rather possessive though not aggressive, as if telling me what it's for and me rejecting the idea might taint it.  "It's for a Native American altar cloth," she says.  Neither her nor her male companion look remotely NA.  My eyes light up, "No," I said, rejecting the idea that I would think it's weird, "I get it!"  She looked a little stunned that I was smiling.  She sort of turned back to me, as if she wanted to have conversation, but the lady next in line did not wait for me to call her and was literally pushing her out the door.  I waved, a little upset that I wouldn't get to tell her that I really, really get it and she left.  What I fell like I should have said was, "It does feel weird getting ritual supplies form mundane arts and crafts stores, doesn't it?"  Because I do and I have.



I also get a trip out of people who ask me for wax seal kits and I point them to metaphysical shops.  They're like, "What?"  "It's where the Wiccans get their overpriced table cloths with moons all over them."  "Um... what?"

I'm constantly amazed by how many people in Oregon can't google it.

Salutations,
Sesh