I can only type these sentences because my mom’s onyx is once again safely around my neck.
Yesterday, as I have been battling with a trapped nerve for two months, I went to a new physio at Triyoga. It was like the heavens opened and I finally felt seen and heard. She was practical, sympathetic and realistic in terms of how much stress relief is possible given my current circumstances and work. I was hopeful for the first time in ages and went home and had a very early night. I woke up at one in the morning and went to apply some deep heat and realised my mom’s onyx necklace was not on my neck.
For the first time in four years I had taken it off at the appointment and left it in the treatment room. My mom had worn the same necklace for my entire life, except for it being replaced when our puppy ate it which would have been in about 1984. My mom gave it to me in a wooden heart box a month before she passed away and I sleep in it and I shower in it. It’s practically part of my skin. Except now, it was gone.
It’s not valuable in terms of precious stones or special gold; but it is priceless to me. I emailed the practice and sent the physio a message on linked in in the middle of the night and prayed to St Anthony (I’m not religious, but old habits die hard). My dad thought it was lost on a highway somewhere and said I had another box of my mom’s stuff in the garage and I could pick something else (completely missing the point). My friend Annie in Australia placated me that people lose jewelry every day at physio appointments and it would be waiting for me and I only had four more hours to wait to find out.
I was waiting outside of triyoga at 5:55 am this morning. The young woman opening up told me to go check the room and then got the box of lost and found items out immediately. I burst into tears upon finding it and putting it back where it belongs. The receptionist offered tea and welled up herself at this crazed woman in her midst. I know the necklace isn’t actually her, but it’s a constant that I need. Rosamund Dean wrote about friends giving her rose quartz crystals that she wore through her treatment; that they were meant to be healing was part of it, but that they were given with love combined to make the crystals a powerful talisman.
Whatever we carry or wear that reminds of us of love and safety should be treasured. I am so grateful to have her onyx back around my neck. And will never take it to physio again.
Ahhh so glad it was there! Lovely picture of your mum, and thanks so much for the shout-out xx
Relief😮💨. So happy yoi found it❤️