So, here's the story of The Antique Piece's sojourn in Taos (well, my version of it; you'll have to ask the piece for hers!):
Befitting her age, her vibration, her fragrance, her being harkens back to a long-ago time when we didn't show, share, thrust into view everything we had--so eager are we now for approval and validation. Rather, some of things of beauty we kept to ourselves.
Antique Piece is like that. For much of her visit, she laid low, staying on my altar or desk. So tiny, with her chain wrapped around her, that she was invisible to visitors' eyes. But I knew she was there. Each and every day.
I did wear her around my neck a number of times (but never for very long as she seemed to prefer the solitude of my studio space). She joined me for morning walks, evening dinners, grocery shopping and picking up the mail. She was around my neck when I saw some shamanic clients in Santa Fe and made love to my partner in Taos. She was one of the first things that greeted me on my 50th birthday.
She opened portals for me, taking me deeper into the consciousness where our ancestors, my elders, live. Places where ones do not teach, but, rather, share, offer.
Overall, her presence was a re-minder of the power of mystery in our lives. Of our response-ability to put some of what we experience into words, but the possibility of holding much of it in our hearts. In silence.
Thanks for the opportunity to participate in Antique Piece's journey (and yours). Wishing you a most wondrous holiday season.