With Halloween approaching, O made a mask in art class today. Her mask looks like the mask Hannibal Lector wore when he was being transferred in the movie Silence of the Lambs.
The mask is white and O drew scary teeth in the mouth, but with a big space to show where one was missing. This is probably because she often dreams of the tooth fairy (thankfully more than nightmares). I told her how impressed I was with her creativity.
Then this evening I was walking past the mask ... O had attached it to a pumpkin in the kitchen ... And I noticed something even more puzzling. Hannibal Lector was wearing what looked like an Indian bindi. That itself was haunting as the bindi is a symbol of protection.
So I looked up bindi at Wikipedia to get some more information to share with O. As a practicing yogi, I have always been familiar with the bindi, but wanted to learn more. O and I had a conversation about the bindi and discussed how it serves to protect and represents our wisdom inside. Like a wise great aunt who happens to be a cop.
After looking it up and reading in greater detail we discovered it also protected against demons and bad luck. Wow! Could it be that this mask is not Hannibal Lector's after all, but rather a mask to protect her from the nightmares she's had? Cool! Scare the scary things. Good thinking, O! I love it!
Hey ladies, maybe we should all wear a bindi to ward off demons (too much wine) and bad luck (no wine). No wait, I'll get my bindi on and head to Vegas! I'll make a big stake and then start a trend. It will totally catch on. Before you know it we will be taking yoga breaks while the dealer shuffles the deck in the casino. Oh so cool. Wait! I can't do that. I'm a wife and a mom. I'm a blogger. I have responsibilities (and thankfully wine; "good bindi"). Unfortunately, I can't go to Vegas. Damn! Kindergarten SUCKS!
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