Humbling Spam
“I admit, I have not seen this blog for a long time, however, it was another joy to see such a fantastic points and ignore it.”
“I admit, I have not seen this blog for a long time, however, it was another joy to see such a fantastic points and ignore it.”
Last night at dinner a friend noticed my necklace and asked about it.
“My friend Eleanor Drabo, who is at Eastern Market on the weekends, and is a wonderful artist and jewelry designer, made it for me,” I told her.
“Did you draw the image?” she asked.
“I asked for the basic design,” I explained, “it’s the central part of the yantra for the Goddess Durga. She’s the Goddess who had to slay the demon the the male gods made so powerful they couldn’t get rid of the demon themselves. I had it made of scrap gold–broken jewelry I’d found over the years at yard sales, a couple of unstylish single earrings that might have been a grandmother’s, and the custom ring from my former marriage.”
“That sounds like a story for your blog,” she suggested, “such a transformation.”
“It could be.”

Harry’s walking stick–outsized, but still not tall enough to create canopy.
