Photo A.M. Moscoso New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum 2012
On my last trip to New Orleans I bought some Voodoo Dolls.
They weren’t the scary kind of Voodoo Dolls- I mean they looked scary but their purpose was to ward off bad spirits and the kind of spirits that follow them.
I loved my dolls because shortly after I got them good things happened like I got the most amazing puppy ever, a couple of toxic people in my life crashed and burned and I even lost weight. I started to really write again.
And then I moved.
When I moved I put them in one box, labeled it and set it next to me on the car seat.
What happened next is the sort of thing that happens when you move- something gets lost or broken and in this case what was lost was my box of dolls.
I went back to my old place, I dug through the trash in case they had been tossed out. I unpacked very single box and even looked in places where my box of dolls could have been put in the haste of moving.
I am sad to say that the box never turned up and I still go through totes and containers that I’ve looked through a million times for the past three years to no avail.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to my box of dolls and then I remember, they were designed to ward off evil spirits that might choose to bedevil me and I can’t help but to think maybe they are off doing that right now as I write this.
After all, things have been going pretty good recently.
Pretty good indeedy.
Photo A.M. MOSCOSO New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum