Originally Posted by scootebaby (Post 290081)

Originally Posted by adorable (Post 210022)

Oh I was raised with several and even though I know it's nuts - I do or don't do the following...

-Never walk under a ladder
-Never open an umbrella in the house
-always am careful with mirrors (7 years bad luck if it breaks)
-don't put hats on the bed
-don't hand someone sicssors by the blade
-if I (or anyone) spills salt, I have to throw it over my shoulder
-Never laugh when I see a funeral procession, hearse or funeral happening
"Never laugh as a hearse goes by or you will be the next to die"
-if your palms itch you will come into money soon
-never kill ladybugs - it's bad luck
-never kill daddy long legs either - and if they crawl on you it means you are getting a sweater.....


LOL My grandmother raised me on all this and she takes it SO seriously. I don't take it as seriously, but am to scared to NOT take action. ha ha ha. So the spilled salt always goes over the shoulder - just in case there is truth to it. There are a couple I never agreed with her on though.
One is that she believed that cat's killed babies by sucking the breath out of them. So a newborn couldn't be left anywhere there were cats.
And the other is that if you don't keep a babies face covered all the time they will "catch the colic." lmao. My oldest daughter was born in AUGUST. omg and my grandmother was constantly putting a blanket over her face, freaking out that the wind was going to go into her mouth and give her "the colic."

Originally Posted by scootebaby (Post 290081)

Originally Posted by Gemme (Post 298688)

Originally Posted by violaine (Post 308931)

there was the time stopped at a red light-, it was a bright, hot, summer florida afternoon, and a glowing grasshopper rested upon my thigh. thank goodness, i thought, it was not a [grasshopper] relative! even to me, at that moment in traffic, that i would fear such a small insect for all of these years of my life, seemed irrational in light of several things: a] in native culture the understanding is pretty full of important lessons [as are paths taken gaining awareness more deeply, with other guides], and a repeated connection to this jumping animal seemed to make sense. b] i was much, much larger than that animal; picking him up would cause him distress.


another late afternoon, walking a trail [environmental studies centre], there were swarms of grasshoppers, and i froze on the dirt road. eventually, someone came along and helped me get past them. so, i've been working on not being so afraid of several of their habits, mainly, the "sticking" sound made by them whenver landing on something, and associating that something to being me.


outside last night with a friend walking the park, i found a small grasshopper on the sidewalk and decided to get closer, hold out my hand, then ever so lightly touch the green insect. all went really well i thought, until the cast-iron flawless orthopteron leap!