Looking up my Past

 Another big change in my life was collecting.  I had collected boxes from Karmir for years, because they were cheap, and it began with one box from my mom, but now I began collecting Native American artifacts and elephants and Mexican coconut masks.  I enjoyed these collections, though I didn’t care about price, I just bought what I liked, but sometimes I picked more valuable objects than I was able to in the past.  I don’t collect anymore now.  I’m past that involvement.  Now I Know everything will be divided up after I’m gone, but I don’t care at all.

But back then I really had fun with basketry and some pricier objects.  
I loved also getting more paintings and decorations from various connections I had.  I love the stuff My kids, Barbara and others have gifted me with, including her spear that sits in my hallway (Barbara), and various objects from the kids and others. 

I enjoy them still but I’m now more in the process of giving away than holding onto them.

I also love my Buddhas, and I probably will take them with me if I have room for them when I move.  

But nothing is so important that I care much at this stage of my life.

The things I would still like to have, if possible, are those buddhas,  special treats, my books and my papers.  But it all comes to very little, in the end.  The memories are so much more important.  I love the times we had together, the little moments on trips, the joy of sharing a special memory, and our collective consciousness.  I will be forgotten, but not soon.

  

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