It’s so tranquil it’s almost erie. Reinout is still asleep, the room covered in a soft white light dulled by the roll curtains. I can hear his quiet breathing next to me, mixed with the creaking sounds of our French doors and the faint noise of an airplane engine miles away. So soft, so peaceful and quiet. I slept well last night, dreaming I was in Egypt excavating a grave. I was first struggling to see the connection, but in fact it was closer than I could have imagined.
Yesterday, late afternoon, I had run a bath for myself to relieve any stress that a visit to IKEA brings on. I was reading my book, the Bad Girl by Mario Vargas Llosa. In one of the pages he refers to midnight butterflies, and as I read it I couldn’t help but draw parallels to my own life. Butterflies stands for transformation, turning from a caterpillar to a beautiful strong, yet fragile creature. A transformation that seemed to sum up my own stage in life at this particular moment.
As I was philosophising in my steaming bath other events took place not far away. What I didn’t know was that Reinout had left the house. I’m not sure what his particular aim was, but I believe it was to buy a bottle of whiskey. Apparently he was drawn to a shop called Byzance, a shop he would not normally visit. In there he found a bowl, painted with butterflies. The notion of butterflies representing me, he decided to buy it.
I had just got out of my bath and was tucked up in bed when he came back. The wrapping was beautiful which was adorned by a little clip with a glass symbol. One had to look very close to see what it was. Reinout went on to explain it was the evil eye, that would guard me against harmful thoughts of others. Although I can’t claim myself being an expert on symbols, I do possess some knowledge on the subject, having dabbled in esoterica since an early age. The eye, which can be found in many cultures, is believed to stem from the beliefs of ancient Egypt, where it was associated with the cult of Horus. Horus was an ancient Egyptian sky god in the form of a falcon. The right eye represents a peregrine falcon’s eye and the markings around it, that includes the “teardrop” marking sometimes found below the eye. It was supposed to ward of the evil eye, and is still seen today on for example Maltese fisher boats as an emblem against dark forces.
The gift, the eye and the nougat that hid inside the bowl, was all so thoughtful. But more importantly, it was a gift associated with my thoughts and feelings at that very moment. Thoughts that extended well through the night in my deepest dreams. And so the Universe keeps on playing its own little game upon us all.
The evil Eye