|Sent on:||Wednesday, March 27, 2013 10:43 PM|
To those who have attended Nora's Jams, recently,
I have been in bereavement over my father dying of cancer over months, and recently, has been put into the state of hospice. He has perhaps a day, if not only three days left of life.
This has caused me to be distracted and not to notice until tonight that there were two vessels containing jewelry that were on my dresser, that are now gone. One was a metal container I got from the Renaissance Faire, that had simple stones embedded in it that had mainly earrings, the other, a small, red oriental silk covered box that had jewelry as well. Not much of worth to anyone else, except for a silver necklace I got in Curacao when I was 18, a small gold necklace with tiny rubies and diamonds and a thin gold chain from my boyfriend on Valentine's Day, ... a silver bracelet of loops that I got many years ago- all are items over a lifetime that each represent sacred and special moments of time for me that can never be replaced.
I have not had people in my house before or since whom I did not know very well, and these two boxes of simple jewelry were present before the jams.
I hate to think that someone in the group may well have decided to take them, but they are gone. I have an Indian wood-cut box that was ajar, but whomever took the other boxes, decided to let me keep that one, as all it contained was small change. Thank you for that. The rest will not bring much bounty for anyone else, and know that not only am I losing one of the most profound entities in my life right now, my father, but this person decided that they should be the owner of my personal items that represent years of my existence.
I have little money. I can't buy jewelry. I cannot replace my items. This is heinous, that I spent quite a bit of money to provide a dinner for people, with corned beef and vegetables, beer and so forth, and this happens.
There is no way I can know who may have took these items- I have been distracted for weeks now, darting in and out to work and such- not thinking of looking hard and fast at anything because I trust everyone whom I've opened my doors to. I feel a great sense of loss and trust.
I have felt an enormous sense of community and trust and happiness, opening my doors and hospitality to those whom I really don't know very well, and I realize it is stupid not to even think carefully about hiding such things. It really didn't occur to me to be like that- but I will never do so again.
It is with great regret that I realize I cannot have jams at my house. My bathroom connects through my personal bedroom, and with so many people coming and going, there is no way to keep any kind of watch over things during a public jam except to hire someone to sit there the whole time and watch people, which is impossible.
If someone from the group who came to my house at these jams did, in fact, take these items, I request that they please come back and leave them at my door in a bag. Something to redeem yourself and for me to have my items of memory back.
I am not certain what I will do after this point, as I have lost a sense of trust in opening my home and heart to people who just want to come and play music with others. I felt I could trust such people, as what greater sense of being rich is there but the joy of sharing, playing beautiful music with other people.
Thank you for reading this, and whomever may have done such a thing, you must know that you've taken pieces of my heart away.
I am not going to do much to bring jams about right now as I am going to be in bereavement over my father's passing, and I can't imagine whom might have done this to me, and that it may well have occurred at one of my recent jams.