I've stewed for three days now over a robbery. No it wasn't something expensive in the monetary sense, but it was something priceless taken from the Grands and I. And it makes no sense.
Not long ago I shared with you the crazy wonderful gift sent to us by our friend Gail from At the Farm. She sent us a box of rocks.....and lightening struck wood, shells, glass, feathers......all the things that the Grands and I drooled over. We talked over our use of said wonder items for weeks. Then we struck upon an idea to make an altar that the wind could blow through and take our love for all things earthly and spread it around. And the altar could be something we could add to as we go about collecting bits and pieces of the beauty of nature.
We were constructing this altar from one of the two vintage find screen doors we had gotten this spring. We affixed shells, rocks, bark, pinecones, herbs, dried flowers and grasses along with bits of glass and raffia in a mandala shape on the upper screen and used the middle wooden part to add a shelf with holes for candle holders so that we could really use the altar for our earth appreciation.
We finished it on Sunday late afternoon and put it on the front porch in it's place of honor. We had a dinner planned on Monday for the anointing of the altar and the fire pit was ready with pinon wood so that we could enjoy the evening even if it was cool.
I was washing the dishes Monday morning when I heard GK go out the front door. Then I heard this wail and I hobbled out front as quickly as I could. The altar was gone. GK was sitting on the concrete in hysterics. There was no sign of the altar.
I walked the neighborhood three different times of day and I have no doubt now that whoever took it, got away with it. The only thing I found was one of the blue feathers that Gail sent us from one of her walks of her wonderful and magickal Arkansas farm. I have cried for three days over this mess. And then I got up this morning and wrote to Gail to let her know. Screwed my head on again and realized that we can do it again......or not. But to be angry and sad about it only lets the ugly person who took our hard work love piece, win. And they can't.
I blame myself for not securing it to the wall as we were going to do Monday afternoon. But even that may have not kept them from taking what they wanted. All I can do it know that we did a damn fine job of making something beautiful enough that someone else needed to take it.
And the real heart breaker.......we were so busy and having such a great time with our creation that we have no pictures to share. Except the ones in our minds eyes. It was fabulous my lovelies. My grands are so OCD......or as GK says CDO cuz if you really are....you are going to alphabetize the letters. tee hee. Everything was a pattern, everything had a place, everything was orderly much like the Navajo sand paintings or other aboriginal dream work.
We were honoring our Mother and we did a good job. The wind is still taking our love and appreciation and spreading it every time the breeze blows through the screen door.....no matter where it is.
Have a lovely Thursday my lovelies,
gotta fly, Oma Linda