Behind a glass case were smooth rocks bearing totem animals painted in black ink, "Choose with your instincts," the woman behind the counter said, so I chose the snake without thinking.  I walked out of the shop with the same cheerful peeling of a bell cluster at the top of the door that had also announced my arrival.  I put the snake in my jeans pocket and stood next to a totem pole capped with white snow where my photo was taken, a timeless image of girl who lived twenty years ago -- straight auburn hair past her shoulders and a green Colorado tshirt, a carved bear taller than she was in the background.  The snake totem represented birth and death, sexuality, higher knowledge, wisdom, transition and spiritual awakening; it was linked to Scorpio and felt powerful deep in my pocket, a feared belly crawler without limbs who could swallow larger prey headfirst and whole.  I remembered my grandfathers, Sebourne and Levy, dark-skinned and untamed, fond of liquid fire and passionate rages; one was raised on a Choctaw reservation in 1918, the other by a full Comanche mother who in her own black and white photo appears as a frowning Indian doll wearing long black braids and a traditional western house dress.  I wondered if prayers could reach the dead, if symbolic ink on a lifeless rock could assist spirits back over the eternal threshold, swallow death headfirst and whole as bells announce their arrival from the top of an ancient door.          

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Comment by Edward Dean on March 7, 2011 at 8:46pm

Let me tell you T, when you can get Bill L and Mike to post more than one sentence, it MUST be good!:)

IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comment by Gita on March 6, 2011 at 6:19pm
The truth is so wonderful, especially when you tell it. I have walked into many a store with door-bells, myself, to find talismans and scents and tarot readers. I still do, much to the dismay of my more agnostic travel companions. This read like a postcard from the past. Delightful.
Comment by Mike Handley on March 6, 2011 at 3:08pm
Wow, T. The detail about the bells is awesome. That sound is now imprinted on my brain like ink on a rock.
Comment by Kristine_ES on March 6, 2011 at 1:54pm

"i wondered...if symbolic ink on a lifeless rock could assist spirits back over the eternal threshold"

way deep down we knew the answer to that, and that's why we make totems and hold them and write them as you do. 

Comment by Bonnie on March 6, 2011 at 1:26pm
OH! and "choose with your instincts.."  We should..always.  Damn this is good!!!
Comment by Bonnie on March 6, 2011 at 1:25pm
Teresa; Superb! I am in awe of this deep, rich article full of creativity and angst and love. "...swallow larger prey headfirst and whole."  "...as bells announce their arrival from the top of an ancient door."  You got me, full and complete with this one. Extraordinary!! Write On!!
Comment by Toby Tucker Hecht on March 6, 2011 at 1:13pm
Calls up spirits and power above and below the earth. 
Comment by Bill Floyd on March 6, 2011 at 12:10pm
The prose here is fluid & striking, almost serpentine...? (Sorry. :-))
Comment by Teresa on March 6, 2011 at 12:06pm

Here's my Aspie boyfriend at the time (14 yrs my senior, eh-hem Cita and CJT) and in the background is the store where I bought the rock - Mountain Magic.

Comment by Angela on March 6, 2011 at 12:06pm
Thanks for sharing the picture of the rock with us.  I think it is significant that you still have it, and could find it.  Your non-fiction is as vivid and poetic as anyone's fiction any day.

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