SHAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL!!!

Today an Old Friend was returned to me and I really was taken aback by the thoughtfulness of my dear wonderful friend Mother Owl Rain. Rain (and Fox, her husband whom died last year) became good friends at a pagan Summer Solstice event that we helped to make one of the biggest and best events that the Charlotte Metrolina area has seen in years. We became a family of sorts and the karmic bonds of many lifetimes echoed through the following years up until Fox died last October. Rain and I developed an exceedingly close relationship and we are called Pinky and the Brain at times by our friends. We obviously have been married/or lovers in past lives, and even though I am gay as a three dollar bill, there is still a fire that is obvious to us and those around us that we have something special between us and today was another example of our connectedness.
My newest roommate Nyjh is into country line dancing and Rain wants to learn, so we turned my house into a dance studio and he gave her lessons tonight. He can dance very well and is obviously a good teacher as Rain was two stepping in minutes flat. It was very nice watching them,,, I only watched as I am an enigma as far as having the gay rhythm gene,,, I think it is recessive in me!! We ordered a pizza and they danced the night away. We plan on going to the gay bar Friday,, they are having a Barn Dance, and they can dance while I cruise the Cowboys. (Daddy needs a new pair of boots, and a hot stallion to ride,,,, giddyup!!)
So anyway, Rain walks in the house tonight and has a gift bag and hands it to me. She said that since we didn't see each other on New Years eve she didn't give it to me when she wanted too, and the other night when we all went out she forgot to bring it. I was confused, she had given me a wonderful Christmas present already, hell she gives ,, gives ,,, gives to me. I was not expecting this at all.
For those of you who may read this,, and not read my blog regularly,, you might want to read on the PAGAN YARD SALE. A few months back my pagan community helped me have what turned into one of the most moving events of my life. We held a 'private' pagan only yard sale at my home to help me raise money to keep the banks from foreclosing on my house. It was promoted mainly by the great women in my community and Rain was the first one here that morning, helping me organize and she handled all the collections of monies. It was one of the most powerful transformations that I had last year. I was allowing ANY and EVERY object in the house to depart to my pagan community and they were helping out to save my home with their 'purchases' of ritual items, sacred things I have held dear for a lifetime. So many things left me that day that were such big parts of my magickal world, but I knew that the energy was being transformed to help me move to a more secure place in my life,, and plus helping me keep my home!! We raised almost a thousand dollars, enough to forestall the foreclosure process long enough for Nyjh, my second New roomie to move here in January. It literally saved my ass big time. It also restored my faith that as pagans here in the deep south, we really do have an awesome community. Nyjh has spent the last 18 days meeting and being introduced to my pagan family. Rain (having been my wife in so many past lives!!) is Numero Uno on the list of Top Goddess of the Carolina Pagan Community!!
So, in she comes tonight looking fine in her Country Western attire and gives me this gift bag. I really had no clue as to what it was, I would not have believed someone would be so utterly thoughtful and intune to my feelings,, but of Course Rain would be the one who could do it. I pull out the tissue paper, and peer into the bag. Big tears welled up in my eyes. Dammit I haven't cried this year yet,,, my record was broken,,, !!!
Nyjh was watching us as I kissed and hugged her,, crying,,, "I CAN"T BELIEVE YOU!!"
Of all the objects that left the house that day, only one gave me the slightest bit of regret that it was gone. I only regretted it a small bit because of it's signifigance to me as a personal Power Object. It was the most powerful of objects that I have had in my possesion.
She had 'bought' my most sacred of sacred objects that I was releasing to the world through my Pagan Yard Sale.
I reached into the bag and began to rattle as I pulled out my Sacred Medicine Rattle.
She knew how much this one thing meant to me, and she thoughtfully made sure it was going to come back to me.
Only the BEST kind of Love would understand something so profound. Only my sweet wonderful Mother Owl Rain. I am so extremely blessed, so utterly wonderfully blessed,, and to have my Rattle back has placed another piece of my transformational puzzle back into place. My dear Sacred Rattle,, Aho!!!!