Listen to the song in your heart, whether the sun shines or it snows.
The fearless butcherbird reminds us to protect our territory. If it has shown up, you may be at risk of being undermined or of losing a thing of value.
"Chrysoprase!" I said.
Her eyes widened. "Chrysocolla," she retorted. "How did you ... ?"
"It's obvious," I retorted in turn.
The daughter is not that for nothing.
She sent me to fetch her big box of various pieces, designed and cut and polished and smithied by her, and gave me a necklace with a Chrysocolla pendant. The cabochon and every link is fashioned by her. In better times, of course. (was fashioned = simple past: upon a time)
|Butcherbird and me (passing though Hermanus). Photo: my Beloved.|
|Chrysocolla pendant with handmade silver necklace, by Sigi Heiss. Bad photo: Silke Heiss|