Are you superstitious? I ask this after reading the Credo column in to day's Times over my lunchtime coffee. Sheridan Voysey, the writer of the column, is speaking about the spread of conspiracy theories and their place in religion, this being Saturday' s Religious Column, but it did set me off thinking about superstition and the part it still plays in our lives. So I ask you to think again - are you ever superstitious? It is easy to say 'of course I am not - I don't believe in any of that rubbish' but I will admit to vestiges of superstition lingering in my persona.
I can remember loads of incidents in my childhood when my parents displayed superstition. It would be done half with a laugh but it would be done all the same. 'Rabbits' on the first of the month, first thing in the morning. Of course it didn't matter whether you said it or not and it would be said half in fun - but said all the same. Spill some salt? Bend down, pick a pinch up of the floor with your left hand and throw it over your right shoulder (or it might be the other way round - but you did it). Drop your glove on the floor? Get somebody else to pick it up for you and don't thank them. And (I saw this on The Repair Shop the other night - they repaired a lovely old purse - there had to be coins put into it before it was accepted back.) Daft I said - until this morning when I looked up at the top of my bookcase: My dear Grand daughter lives in Glasgow and way back at the start of Covid she had read somewhere how Birch twigs were lucky. She draws very well and she sent me through the post a pastel drawing of a weeping Birch tree near where they live and she enclosed a bunch of delicate birch twigs. I tied them in a bundle and hung them from the top of the bookcase. The pastel is on my notice board as I write this. Am I taking the birch twigs down ? Of course not - I don't intend to tempt fate.
She did ring with a lovely piece of Good News - there is another baby on the way - her daughter is to have a baby sister or brother (at thirteen weeks too early to tell yet) - this will mean I will have two Great Grand children and two step Great Grandchildren 6,5,4 so far and another one in November - something to look forward to.
Let's hope things are beginning to look up - I mustn't tempt fate (superstition again I suppose) but this wretched Indian variant means it has not gone away yet by any means.