July 05, 2003
The Queen
I’ve noticed that a procession of characters or events come into my life related to whatever the theme is that I am traversing. Each one of these people or things has a symbolic meaning that, if I listen closely, convey a message precisely to me. The Queen came into my life after the Prince left. (The story of the Prince is secret, but will one day be revealed when the time is appropriate and in its proper format).
The Queen comes from Indonesia, and was gifted to me by Jill Forshee, a dear friend and brilliant cultural anthropologist, author of Between The Folds (Stories of cloth, lives and travels from Sumba).
With a removable head her original use was for storing betel. Personally, she gave me the indication that I was moving up in royalty, claiming more of my own space. She now resides over my Reiki table, along with a little red Buddha head and other paraphernalia that speak of, through and to the spirit. There is actually no ruler of this domain, however, as a feminine aspect she assures fairness, compassion and thoughtfulness, when Buddha, as enlightened as he is, forgets your birthday.
Here is the Queen.
Posted by Barbara at July 5, 2003 11:46 PM | TrackBack