The Sunroom

Sometimes I pretend I am a wise woman of the world. I suppose I am nearing cronedom. Cronehood? I am crone-ish? And, also, I still sleep with my teddy bear. Today I heard a podcast describe objects (when we are adults) that offer special meaning as “sacred objects”, whereas when we are children they are called “transitional objects”. Either way, they are things we attach special meaning to and they help us cope and regulate ourselves.

I find this almost a revelation. Not that a teddy bear I’ve had for over four decades is a sacred object (I already knew that), but that although I have gained other sacred objects in my life, I have not let go of one that was important to me as a child. Pair this with trauma work around my childhood and a desire to work through generational trauma, and I have to sigh heavily, scrunch my face up, and set my shoulders, because I think the universe might be telling me it is actually time to get to bloody work.

Of course, I’d rather sink back into the sofa with a cozy blanket and put on another episode of “Buffy”. The prodding at the back of my mind, however, won’t let me un-connect all of the recent signposts and synchroncities around this lingering work. Cue Pee-Wee singing, “Connect the Dots! La la la la!”

So, I am going to go have a brief eye-to-eye with my Teddy Bear before bed and decide how we’re moving forward.

You may want to have a listen to the “sacred object” podcast episode yourself (The Tarot Diagnosis, Shannon Knight).