Pennies: some shiny and new, others old and grimy.
Mum was rather superstitious. If a black cat crossed our path, we had to turn around and find another route, and if one was not available, Mum worried about it for the rest of the day, and if something happened, you get it – the black cat was blamed. Bad things happen in threes, walking under a ladder, opening an umbrella in the house were all superstitions Mum didn’t care to challenge. My favorite, however, was if your nosed itched, Mum would say, “Gonna have a fight or kiss a fool.”
While I am not nearly as superstitious as my mother was, I have a tendency here and there. For example, if I am looking down at a sidewalk, I still try not to step on the cracks – step on a crack and break your mother’s back – why, since my mother is dead, would it matter – just something held over from middle school. Now, I have two black cats, both cross my path multiple times a day, but broken mirrors cause some concern.
At any rate, years ago I stopped picking up pennies on the street when someone told me that it was bad luck. I likely had had a bad week at work or just broken up with a boyfriend, so not wanting to bring forth any additional bad juju, I avoided picking up pennies. Then in November as I began this project, I heard someone (I honestly can’t recall where) say that when you find a penny on the ground it’s a sign from someone in heaven letting you know s/he is thinking about you. From that moment on I began seeing pennies everywhere. One day, I decided to pick one up and hold it in my hand. Now when I see a penny, I think Mum is sending me a little message to keep going.