I found a shiny dime today on the asphalt of the grocery store parking lot. It was heads up, so I picked it up. A silly woman am I, who believes in such mundane superstitions. I got it from my Mother, who made us throw spilled salt over our left shoulder, and await unsolicited money when our palms itched. This woman always took omens of good fortune and happiness very seriously with a winsome spirit. And I am her namesake, so naturally I do the same.
As I walked out to get the newspapers before dawn days ago, I looked up and saw the new moon in an uncluttered sky. Only the North Star rivaled its beauty. I made a wish. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, but only if it’s not blocked by tree branches. Doesn’t everybody know this? It’s a sign of hope. And it was there for the taking, silently looking down on me as if I were the only human in the world. I tucked my wish into my heart where it could be safe and nurtured.
I never go out of a different door from the one I entered. Wouldn’t be caught dead walking under a ladder. I fight for the chance to pull a wishbone with someone. I play it cool on Friday the 13th…just to be safe from harm. I love searching a clover patch for the magical four-leaf stems. I have several framed in my home. They are a reminder of the good luck that has come my way more often than I deserve.
When I was a little girl, I loved it when my mother would attend a wedding and bring me a slice of the wedding cake. I would put it under my pillow in hopes of dreaming of the man I might one day marry. Unfortunately, this ritual never proved true. And I wore something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue more times than most. Despite the fact the tradition never worked in my favor.
I’ve stood on sandy beaches at night and gazed into the sparkling heavens making wishes on shooting stars. I’ve tossed coins into fountains while hoping for something romantic to come my way. I never pass a saltshaker hand to hand to while dining with another. And if a black cat crosses my path, I detour quickly to avoid the impending peril it might bring!
I’ve picked the petals from a daisy and blown out birthday candles for over six decades. I’ve had my palm read and my tea leaves analyzed. I’ve had a “spiritual advisor” make predictions from a deck of tarot cards. I read my horoscope daily before I even attempt to do the crossword puzzle.
I eat blacked eyed peas and collard greens on New Year’s Day, and corned beef and cabbage on St. Paddy’s Day. I always have mistletoe in my house on Christmas. Making sure I get a holiday kiss from somebody in my house.I say “bread and butter” if, when walking with someone, an obstacle comes between us. And when my nose itches, I just know somebody is thinking about me. How do I know this, you ask? Because my Mama told me so. I’m extra careful with mirrors, knowing if I ever broke one I’d be in for seven long years of bad luck. And heaven knows, I don’t have time for that anymore.
Yes, I am a superstitious girl. Silly as it may be. So I don’t step on sidewalk cracks…becaaaause you know what happens. And I would never do anything to hurt my dear, sweet, superstitious mother. Ouch!