I guess I thought I was prepared -- but I guess you are never prepared. It has been a strange morning...
A while back, I was passing a display of inexpensive (OK, CHEAP!) jewelry on sale at a local store, & a little dragonfly necklace caught my eye. it is a very simple silver dragonfly, with cubic zirconia wings. I thought of Chester/Michael/Erik's dragonfly healer totem, & I had to have the necklace. Somehow it just seemed so appropriate -- a dragonfly turned into a creature of light. Unbeknownst to me, it was a choker -- which I wouldn't normally buy. It has one of those adjustable chains in back -- the kind where the unused length of chain hangs down your back -- & the dragonfly is set into the chain in such a way that you cannot slide it along the chain. So naturally, every time I wear it, the dragonfly flitters over to perch over my left collarbone. Didn't that just figure? (I really need to take this sucker off the chain & reset it in something where it will stay put!) I joked with him that anything representing him would have to be off-center.
Last night, after I got The Call, I was fingering the dragonfly & pulling it back to the center of my throat, & I had a sudden flash of memory, from a time probably 38 years or so ago. I was wearing a necklace, & the clasp had worked around to the front, & 15-year-old Michael asked me if he could adjust it because it was driving him nuts. I don't know if he persisted with that obsession, but when we were in high school, he really had a problem with lopsided necklaces & exposed clasps, & he was always asking girls if he could adjust their necklaces. (I can even remember a time when he didn't feel that he knew a woman well enough to ask, but I could see him obsessing because her necklace was cattywampus.)
This morning, when I got up & stumbled into the bathroom, the dragonfly was perfectly centered on my throat, & I really got the giggles!
A while back, I was passing a display of inexpensive (OK, CHEAP!) jewelry on sale at a local store, & a little dragonfly necklace caught my eye. it is a very simple silver dragonfly, with cubic zirconia wings. I thought of Chester/Michael/Erik's dragonfly healer totem, & I had to have the necklace. Somehow it just seemed so appropriate -- a dragonfly turned into a creature of light. Unbeknownst to me, it was a choker -- which I wouldn't normally buy. It has one of those adjustable chains in back -- the kind where the unused length of chain hangs down your back -- & the dragonfly is set into the chain in such a way that you cannot slide it along the chain. So naturally, every time I wear it, the dragonfly flitters over to perch over my left collarbone. Didn't that just figure? (I really need to take this sucker off the chain & reset it in something where it will stay put!) I joked with him that anything representing him would have to be off-center.
Last night, after I got The Call, I was fingering the dragonfly & pulling it back to the center of my throat, & I had a sudden flash of memory, from a time probably 38 years or so ago. I was wearing a necklace, & the clasp had worked around to the front, & 15-year-old Michael asked me if he could adjust it because it was driving him nuts. I don't know if he persisted with that obsession, but when we were in high school, he really had a problem with lopsided necklaces & exposed clasps, & he was always asking girls if he could adjust their necklaces. (I can even remember a time when he didn't feel that he knew a woman well enough to ask, but I could see him obsessing because her necklace was cattywampus.)
This morning, when I got up & stumbled into the bathroom, the dragonfly was perfectly centered on my throat, & I really got the giggles!
posted by Anne Seals at 11:52 AM
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Oh Anne, what a wonderful story. I suspect we are all going to feel Chester passing through, on, over and around us in the coming days. Here's my encounter with our newly bodiless, sweet, weird, wonderful one:
I always ask a loved one who passes over how they would like to contact me. I ask them to make it obvious as grief tends to blunt my usually relatively sharp psychic skills. I did this with Chester at the end of my sex magic ritual last night.
This morning I saw I had a message on my mobile. It was from Bean, telling me of Chester's passing. Next, the voicemail said: "You have one saved message whose retention time has expired." The next thing I heard was "Hi Barbara, this is Chester...." It was one of 12 saved messages I keep on my phone---the only one from him.
And my phone has been making strange, new, "unexplainable" beeps all day.
What a sense of humour, huh? I just wish he'd leave his new number...
Blessings on our beloved Pester. As you say Anne, I guess I thought I was prepared -- but I guess you are never prepared. It has been a strange morning...
Barbara
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