“You’re back!” Jon said to me this morning. And he was right. He could tell, even before I had a chance to think about how I was feeling, that I was feeling better.
Whatever happened yesterday had dissipated in the night. I asked how he could tell, and he said it was because of the way I was talking.
I recognize this now as something that happens from time to time. My going off into another place, leaving this reality for a while. I do think it’s about a creative exertion that zaps my energy.
Later in the morning, Jon got back from running errands in town and told me to close my eyes. It’s a welcome back present he told me. I put up my usual protest, telling him not to buy me things, but when I looked at the necklace he hung around my neck, I stopped my nagging.
The figure made from crushed aluminum, bottle caps, with a dolphin, shell and pottery shard, captured my attention, it held my spirit. Some kind of mojo was happening here. It felt like powerful stuff.
I didn’t want to hang it around my neck, I wanted to look at it. But wearing it felt too good.
Now it feels like a ritual of sorts, my going away and coming back. And next time it happens, I have the talisman to remind me of what’s going on and welcome be home.