Carefully, oh so carefully chosen to wear on nights that are special and ‘dressy’. The heirloom necklace was inherited from my maternal great-grandmother, “Muggie”, who lived in a mansion that was my playhouse on occasion.
The jewelry was symbolic to me as a touchstone to Muggie, a fragile and elegant piece of long-ago treasure and the cosmic touch of sun and moon. I wore it on a long golden chain and most often with the blouse shown above.
Most importantly to me was the representation of the moon (star shaped with seed pearls, and the sun in opposition with the larger diamond surrounded by smaller star diamonds. Duality merged into One when I wore the antique gift. My daughter had it repaired and appraised because she knew of its worldly value.
My friend, “V”, found a farm-to-table restaurant, “PharmTable” that was simply elegant, tasteful and full of energy. I remember touching the pendant with a sense of full satisfaction during dinner before the performance. https://pharmtable.com
We continued to the Majestic Theater in San Antonio to see Dionne Warwick perform. Note that she is now 94 years young! A stunning performance emitting love oozed throughout the beautiful space. The audience sang and waved when “What the World Needs Now” and “We are the World” bubbled from her mouth and heart. “Do You Know the Way to San Jose”? Again, I was over-whelmed with joy to feel the presence of this star.
There is a before and after part of this tale not to be told here that is tied to abundance. For another time.
The gibbous waning moon hung low in the horizon as we traversed hill country roads home. It was almost too perfect.
It was only when I was unpeeling the garments of my chosen wardrobe and accouterments when I realized the necklace had disappeared. My heart dropped to the floor. NO! This cannot be real. Desperately I began to search and search. “God knows and God shows” has been my mantra as I’ve experienced the raw decoupling process of letting go.
Letting go of what exactly?, I have asked myself. The touchstone is inside along with the precious memories and stories of bygone days. I called the theater to inquire if someone could look around my T106 seat. A young woman named Angie assured me she would look and call me back. Two days have passed. Another concert tonight where someone will sit where I sat. Love can carry the pain of loss is piercing my heart.
A new story is emerging for the tale of the heirloom jewels. Through the curvature of time and space, I am creating a new story in my divine imagination. And then, there’s the insurance inheritance that held rationale in tension with the imaginative! There’s that.
Great Grandma Muggie will forgive. She knows things get lost and we need to let go. 🙏