This is another section of my bookshelf. It’s amazing to me that I never really noticed before just how much of “me” is in these little sections of my bookshelf.
From left to right, here we go:
The wood object you see there is an incense holder. I found that, if I remember correctly, at a flea market over 15 years ago! Wow, that’s a long time now that I think back. I hadn’t realized I’ve had it that long. I particularly love this because when you open the top, you have the actual holder for the incense to stand and burn down. The ashes fall down into this sort of basin. You can see that there is a line going across. That’s actually a small compartment, where the incense is kept.
The two statuettes: The first, St. Therese, referred to as “The Little Flower”. I bought her several years ago, when I was still living with my aunt. I thought she was pretty, and now and then I go to the church named for here near where I work. The second statuettte, is my Our Lady of Charity, the patron saint of Cuba, La Cardidad de el Cobre. The national shrine for her is here in Miami. My mother was a devotee to her, and to the day she died her faith never wavered.
At the front, a small round container with little plastic bands, for Sofie’s hair. Next to it a ceramic box, a wonderful old woman gave me back in the late 90’s when I was living in some apartment building after I’d moved from my aunts home. Inside there are some incense cones, and a hand from a statue of a goddess in Japanese Geisha clothing. Her name eludes me, but the superstition goes, if you take her hand and wish for something, she will grant you your wish, in return for her hand. And as you see, she’s never gotten her hand back, so my wish has never been granted. Perhaps it’s time to ask for something else.
Behind the statuettes, is a box I bought at Pier One may many years ago. It’s I believe Indian, and I keep old jewelry I never really wear anymore in there. Next to that are very old photos I was given a little over 20 years ago. They are photos from Cuba. Many of family, that I admittedly don’t even know by name. The photos are propped up against an old mirror I never got around to hanging.