It has been more than a month since I first found the shrine in the woods. More than 9 months since I first noticed the flowers spilling from a hole in the log. The shrine is no longer there. I don’t know what happened to it. Initially I was dissappointed, I had had visions of others adding their items and the shrine becoming a permanent fixture that honored whomever had placed the items there and caused others to pause with thoughtfulness. I am still a bit dissappointed but I like to believe that there is someone out there with two broken mexican primitives, some shells, and a bluebird who is making stories up about those items and the persons from whom they came. Either way it made not only that day more interesting but created a whole complex web of ideas, feelings and images to play with it.
I will keep my eyes open and hope that there will be another chapter to this story. A story – that I too am a part of, a story that links me to a shrine in the woods and a mystical stranger.