Whenever I am afraid and feel as if I have no one to turn to, Or if I am really lonely and sad missing my mom. I glance over to either my bedroom chair or the corner of the daybed in my den and spot a most wondrous thing is just laying there waiting for me…
my mom’s special white shawl.
To her, it was very special as it was kept and only worn at the church she attended for over five decades, as regularly as she could. To me, it is extremely special as it carries her warm, positive, and loving energy. Later in her life as her health started deteriorating she attended in person less often but her shawl stayed to soak up all the love, blessings, and well-wishes as it hoped for her return. I remember being at her home one of many times when she had a home visit from a couple of her church ministers, they would come to pray with her and give her holy communion. This one-time one of them asked her, “Jeannine where is your beautiful shawl? Did you misplace it at church? Would you like us to look for it to bring it to you?” Her reply, if I remember right was something along the line of, “If I’m not there then someone else could use it if they get a chill. Plus I have a pretty one my daughter made me for cool winter days here with me.” That made me feel about ten feet tall and so happy that I made something that my mother enjoyed using.
My mom also on occasion she would ask me to come to her in my capacity as an ordained pagan minister and not as her daughter. To say I was honored that this outwardly Christian who ask a pagan minister for guidance instilled me more belief that I come from a long line of witches that were or are still in the Broomcloset. Many times she would have the shawl I made her out and would ask me to cleanse it and then recharge it with healing and my love. I now I have this shawl also but it does not give me the same comfort as the beautiful white one.
I do not have a clue as to where my mother got it or if it was made for her by someone else. But when it is cool in my home I automatically grab it to throw around my shoulders and immediately all my worries, aches, pains and chilliness go away. I know in my heart my mother infused this shawl with her own form of witchcraft so I will always have a piece of her close to or embracing me.
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