But Will It Blend? (My Job Altar)
Last fall, my friend Andrea suggested that I build a job/career altar to help move along my search for new employment. I resisted for a long time, but finally gave in, remembering Dylan Thomas’s comment in Collected Poems that he “read somewhere of a shepherd who, when asked why he made, from within fairy rings, ritual observances to the moon to protect his flocks, replied: ‘I’d be a damn’ fool if I didn’t’.”
So, here’s what I came up with. Admittedly, I took some liberties with the instructions. My base is actually a decoupage plaque of Thoreau’s different-drummer statement, which I’ve wrapped in a red/gold fabric that was given to me as a thank you for some translation help. Inside the bundle, I’ve hidden a photo of my two kids and two of their kids (one human and one feline). Below that I’ve tucked a card from my Outward Bound compadres wishing me well, some five years ago. Good solid foundation, methinks.
Now for the four directions:
Fire: My “Wild Women Don’t Get the Blues” magnet. What could be more hot that some really wild women bent on raising hell?
Water: The Isles of Shoals, visible from my home coast, my jumping off point, the edge of the edge of the world, beyond which there be dragons.
Earth: Francoma Vase (good Oklahoma clay, or maybe it’s from Japan) but no flowers, paper birds instead. I hesitated to light any candles, incense, or even sage. Under the vase, a note from another postcard poet with the words, “now seeing it emerge, we can bring it inside.”
Air: Two coins – Susan B and Pirates Cove Adventure Golf plus ruby-colored beads – all very powerful. I wasn’t sure about the Pirates Cove Adventure Golf coin, but it kept popping up, and it does have one of my favorite words on it, i.e. “ADVENTURE” so let’s hope that puts some good mojo into the mix.
Center: An origami boat envelope that I made just for the occasion with my wish “meaningful employment” inside and my most excellent friend Ganesh holding it in place
Strewn nearby, beautiful pink shells, because why not?
I chanted the chant, I ignighted the the ignition, and most of all I kept remembering what I’ve told other people: Most of all, God just likes a good story.