For more than a week I have certainly been preoccupied. It’s been almost impossible to find even small snippets of available time to post personal updates or spend any significant time visiting others.
Looking back, I think my troubles started while we were still at the beach. I just didn’t acknowledge him.
Last week Kate Shrewsday introduced me to the Domovoi. This little house spirit, according to Slavic folklore, serves, among his many roles, as the keeper of peace and order in a home. He typically lives under the threshold, or maybe under the stove, but we didn’t know. Apparently he’s sensitive, and sadly we’ve been ignoring him.
Had we been more aware, we might have benefitted from his potential good will. He rewards a well-maintained household. He likes peace and order, you see. Lately I’ve felt we could work a little harder at that.
Some families who appreciate their domovoi feed him! We often have crumbs on the floor, but looking back I’m thinking crumbs didn’t qualify as an intentional feeding. The domovoi wasn’t appreciative of leftovers.
Stories abound of a domovoi playing some rather nasty tricks. He can have a malicious side to his nature.
My first warning? Walking out the door of the beach house, irritated at some teens yelling outside our door when the rest of the household was sleeping…Kaboom! I missed the step and awkwardly careened right into the plastic patio chair. Crash! Bang! Boom!
Take it from me. You lose a lot of your authoritative momentum when you’re on the pavement looking up at the noisy teen.
I heard my domovoi laughing.
But it’s just as possible he was trying to warn me. “Slow down.” Slavik folklore includes the possibility that the domovoi may serve his household from a more benevolent nature, acting as household guardian.
The bruises HAVE served as a reminder to perhaps consider retiring my sense of uber-responsibility. No one else in the sleeping household heard a thing–apparently they didn’t need my protection.
We came home from the beach to car trouble, a small entanglement with a road cone on the freeway (in a brand new rental car), a dishwasher spewing water all over the floor, power outages on three separate occasions, and a car radio that mysteriously just turned itself off in a borrowed car…the domovoi?
Before our daughter dropped the girls off to spend three days with us she very sweetly implored, “Please don’t break one of them.”
I fed my domovoi!
As the girls arrived on Friday they tumbled out of the car and immediately noticed a hole in the front grass. Right where they like to play, a little stump that serves as their personal perch had simply vanished!
Gone! Why? It’s been in that spot since before they were born.
Oh my goodness! It could have been our gardener, but why would he remove it now? After decades? And not ask us?
Was this some kind of warning?
I think my domovoi was appeased this week. I fed him, we heeded his warnings, and I think all is well.
We did find the stump in another part of the yard.
I have only one remaining consideration. I’m not ruling out aliens!
We have seen a couple of them this past weekend. Fortunately, our aliens are very good-humored!
We have decided to start over again this week with all house spirits appeased!
Here’s to a careful, quiet, peaceful week! But one word of warning–Feed your domovoi!