Superstitious Me

I do not think of myself as a superstitious person. Apart from a deep belief in the power of any number of magpies to predict my future, I believe in little else beyond the exchange of energy in the universe and the family of polka dot fairies I truly hope are living at the bottom of my garden... Outdoors I would run under ladders all day long, while making quick excursions inside to frighten the Gods that be, by opening my umbrella before I have left the house: I am, I am sure you will agree, a woman who likes to play with fire...

But at home it is a different story. In fact wander around my house and you would mark a variety of objects I can only regard as talismans. Objects I hold in something like revere, believing in all the powers I have bestowed upon them and feeling deeply superstitious of their influence on my life and rather beholden to rituals I have associated with them....

First on my list of superstitious wot-nots? My Guatemalan Worry Dolls - a set of little people to whom I convey my worries, then pop them under my pillow in their little sleeping bag, so that they can get around to working on my troubles in the night. Having only seven people, means I can only worry about seven things at one time and when life is particularly hard I favor telling she in the red top my main worry and asking her to rally her little friends to work together!

I have had a set of Worry-Dolls since I was a child and when Finley was little gave him a set of his own and taught him the same ritual and when he went through a rather dramatic worry-wart stage, these little darlings were a God send...

merle

Next up, my current Vintage Muse, Merle Oberon. This is a ritual I talk about in Muse, encouraging you to seek out your own vintage muse, and asking you to take your troubles to her, and when stuck ask yourself, What would Merle do? Works every time...

horseshoe

On my list next: a horseshoe. I have no particular explanation for this beyond the fact that my Mum has always had a horseshoe hung somewhere in the house or garden and if she does it, chances are I am going to need to do it too! That aside horseshoes are traditionally gypsy talismans of good fortune as they are thought to capture bad luck when hung as above, by the door and who am I argue with tradition?

buddha

Then, my darling Buddha. Obviously I am not a Buddhist, but all representations of Buddha to me promise calm and as peace of mind remains my number one ambition of life, my lovely white Buddha has pride of place on my dressing table and to him I offer little gifts of beads, coins and flowers... I don't know why... I balance the gifts on his crossed lifts and rub his head for good luck...

nanaswatch

This is my Nana's watch. Though she died when I was eighteen, My Nana, and her romanticized view of what must have been a hard life, remains one of my foremost inspirations. This, a love of Frank Sinatra and a card she sent me when I was seventeen are the only things I have left of her, and I treasure it, and feel discombobulated if I cannot see her watch at my bedside...

swanincense

Then there is my swan incense  - a ritual I associate with feeling deeply stressed or worried, and one that I am currently combining with a Digipill   "Increasing Comfort" meditation I can thoroughly recommend. While I am happy to do my twice -daily transcendental meditation anywhere, when I am using guided meditations I cannot get comfortable unless I have indulged in certain rituals and  tibetan incense in my darling little vintage swan has become a  essential part, I rather feel superstitious about abandoning...

pursetokens

Next up are my purse tokens: a message I live by and a darling little angel of hope. I bought both of these for myself when life felt at it's darkest and now they live in a tiny little zipped section of my purse and I take them out occasionally when life feels a bit rubbish...

dreamcatcher2

And then finally there is my dream-catcher.  As someone both tortured by and utterly thrilled by the dreams I am harassed by on a nightly basis: I am deeply superstitious about trying to dictate the content of each so my days aren't ruined by the taste of bad dreams lingering at the forefront of my mind!

The thing is this: I haven't got a clue whether dream-catchers are supposed to catch bad dreams or harness good ones but I'm taking no chances... This little darling hangs from the Venetian mirror at the side of my bed and seems to be doing a rather ineffectual job of either... but hey ho, I'm not in any hurry to tempt fate to harass me any further by taking it down...

Are you like me? Superstitious (and silly!)? Do you have treasured talismans of your own? Or am I utterly mad all by myself?