I continue to unpack, after moving here one year ago, this delicate
package of layers, tissue and bubble wrap has caused me to pause today.
Reflecting on the importance of what we gather. Holding onto the memories of yesterday.
Oh these tiny treasures from Texas, such as abandoned wasp nest and
Thanksgiving bones. They transcend me back in time. I treasure these delicate remains of blown out eggshells from
my friend who raised those chickens and could name each one by the color
of the shell.
Because I used to gather her eggs to scramble for my guests who paid for bed and breakfast. And I loved that life. After a holiday feast, this vegetarian made sure to ask for the wishbone, so I could play tug-of-war-of-dreams with someone...someday.I still do this ! Matt
remodeled old homes. At the end of his sweaty day on a rooftop in
August, he would return home with a pocketful of rusty square nails, washers
and wasp nests. Nothing made me squeal happier with delight, than the gift of rusty dusty trinkets. You can have your diamonds and gold. Gimme eggshells and bottlecaps.
all the treasures I hauled here, of all the junk I have donated...this
package of importance seems worthy of recognition. Because I also
now tell me....what are you holding on to? There seems to be so much talk about letting go. Yes, I am doing some of all that too, but I would take you down and stab you if you tried to take away my eggshells and wishbones.