Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Someone Stole My Gargoyle


Someone Stole My Gargoyle

Someone stole my gargoyle from my garden.
He has travelled from house to house with me, each time I have moved over the past two decades.  He sat next to my back door at this house for seven years. 
This gargoyle is not large, just ten inches tall.  He is not scary-looking, just impish sitting with folded arms.  He is not expensive like some garden decorations can be.  He is just not here anymore.
What he is or was…was important to me.  My daughter gave him to me a long time ago when I was going through a bad patch, bereft and alone.  She gave him in recognition that I love stories about gargoyles, in recognition that gargoyles guard sacred spaces, in recognition that I hold my home (wherever it is) as sacred space, and as a reminder of her love for me.
And now he is gone; someone’s prank perhaps or a bit of mischief maybe—who knows.
I’ve wandered the yard and the neighbourhood looking for him, though he is so small, he would look like a large stone if someone had just pitched him.
I am unsettled that someone walked down my driveway and into the path, walked through the garden, stood outside my kitchen windows, so close to my door, all to steal something of little monetary value.  Yet this gargoyle is of great value to me.
There are few items I own I can’t bear to part with.  I don’t attach myself to things.  I have moved often and have faced life changes often; enough to know that things don’t matter as much as people and relationships.
This gargoyle however I was attached to; he was a gift from someone dear to me, someone who wanted me, whenever I looked at her gift, to be reassured she loved me.
And now he is gone.
I’ll get over it.
I have a lump in my throat and tightness in my chest.
I’ll get over that too.
How easily this thief has inflicted pain.  A joke, a dare, a thoughtless prank, someone stole my gargoyle from my garden.
Senseless.

This photo is mine.

8 comments:

teri said...

This sounds very unsettling!

May the spirit of your gargoyle spread comfort to you now. Sending you a hug...((*)) xo teri

Gwen Buchanan said...

I'm really sorry that happened to you Carol. I would be so upset too. It feels like an assault.

Mary said...

That is so very sad. Oftentimes it seems it is the things of little material value which have the most value of all to a person. And why would a person want your gargoyle? And what joy could it ever give him/her to live with a stolen object? I do hope the person eventually has enough guilt that he/she will return it.

Crafty Green Poet said...

How awful that someone would steal your gargoyle! it's such a cute creature and obviously means so much to you!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Thank you Teri, Gwen, Mary and CGP for your responses. It helps to know that I'm not just being a silly sentimental fool about all of this. And sometimes stuff happens that isn't fair or nice or even understandable. Thank you each of you.

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Good news, the tiny gargoyle didn't go too far astray. After searching the yard thoroughly, we turned him up hidden away, discarded in the honeysuckle bushes at the bottom end of the yard.

Gwen Buchanan said...

Excellent!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Yes, thanks Gwen. It feels good to have him back again.