Only the heart knows how to find what is precious
Dostoyevsky
For the past week, we have been unpacking boxes
Many of which have been in storage while we lived the metropolitan life in a city apartment
As the bubble wrap and the old newspaper
revealed those things they had been charged with keeping safe
Little pieces of our life as a family began to fill the rooms
And we were home
To you, it would be just a dented pewter mug-
To us, it is a memory of our oldest son had his first "big boy" sip of chocolate milk
To you, it would be a platter with a little nick in the side
To us, it that little kitchen shop we found in Palm Springs 25 years ago
Sometimes, I envy the minimalists of the world
but then again, perhaps they envy me my memories
Only you know what is precious to you
Find them
Keep them
- be they thoughts or things
- be they thoughts or things
Hold on to them as long as you can
and that's poetiquejustis
Remember those earlier days after you had received the light,
when you
stood your ground in a great contest in the face of suffering.
Hebrews 10:32