Those of you who know me (at least in person) may recall I have a hematite ring I wear as a pendant. It was the last gift I received from my Mother and, as such, I was quite attached to the thing.
Well, making myself lunch this afternoon (houmous and pitta bread, if you were interested), I open the fridge and hear a *plink* noise. "The fridge doesn't make that noise," I say to myself, "why did-- hold on, why the fuck is the chain broken and flailing around my neck?" Somehow, the chain had broken and the ring had dropped to the concrete kitchen floor and shattered.
"D:", think I.
Fifteen minutes of searching around on hands and knees, and I uncover all the pieces. It's not unfixable, I expect. But that's not exactly the point. Being the last gift I got from Parent, I was very fond of it.
Also, in the back of my mind I recall a discussion I had with her about losing rings. She claimed that (and it being a superstition, she believed it wholeheartedly), back when she was still married to my father, she was finishing the washing up and shook her hands to get rid of most of the soap suds. In doing so, her wedding ring came off her finger and skittered across the room.
This was, to her mind, a sign that her marriage was about to collapse. (As it turns out, it did within a few months... but as Scheherazade says, that is a story for another night.)
So, bearing this in mind, what does my mother's ring shattering mean? What can it foretell?
Ah well... off to find the superglue.
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The Kennedys - The Blue Hole |
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