Day 11 – Little things


“It’s the little things, I expect. Little treasures we find without knowing their origin. And they come when we least expect them. It’s beautiful, when you think about it.”
― T.J. Klune

I love to collect memories of people I love.  Either through dolls, tattoos, or rocks.  I just love the little things.  My best friend in high school loved Coca-Cola and years ago I found a belt buckle that I will sometimes wear to remind me of her.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.     ~Georges Bernanos

After my dad passed in October, I was helping clean out a big old shop full of mold, rat nests, and random other things that had not been cared for sufficiently to garner keeping.  However, we found some amazing photos and a few other random thigs that I felt that if I gave them a little loving care, I could restore them to near original condition and keep as a weird keepsake of my dad and possibly even of my mother.

Super random and super lovely.  I’m glad I found them and even though I do not believe I ever saw my dad or mom with any of the above items.  For some reason they are now connected to thoughts of my mom and dad.  Though there were many other things that I suppose I could have kept, there was something just a little magical about the above items.  The random 2 army guys and the moon belt buckle really have me perplexed.  But that’s sort of why I really like them.

Little things console us because little things afflict us.   ~Blaise Pasca

It’s funny.  I set a 30 day challenge for myself.  It was for no other reason but to jumpstart my creativity and motivate me to get out of my own head again.

For some time now I have had to force myself to even write one blog a month.  Paint one picture every few months.   I would struggle just having energy to get up and stretch.  I did it but I was putting no effort into it.  Setbacks like my recent fall or finding I had no milk but a box of cereal would anger me or spiral me into a dark place.  It was self feeding.

I’m surprised (not surprised) that the more I do the better I feel. I know this is how I am and my natural state.  I hardly ever have this many down and dark days in a row.   As I move out of it I can’t help but wonder.. what the hell?  How did I get there?

The answer in is the same answer out. Poco a poco! Slowly. Little by little. Step by step. Thanks to the many who stayed with me.. for walking me out. Thanks to self for hanging in there. Check in with your friends and loved ones. Poco a poco we will all get through.  It’s the little things that will bring us full circle.

That’s all folks!! Take care.

The little things: Prashantt; chattykerry; brad; Omo; phoebe; simran; cathy;

9 thoughts on “Day 11 – Little things

      • LOL! I have spent many years trying to defeat my husband’s packrat habits. For the most part I am winning but I am the one that organizes and labels his important ‘stuff’. 😉

        • Ironically, because every 2 to 3 years I move I actually don’t have that much stuff so I find it funny that I like to collect tiny little random things that are sort of useless. They do entertain me though. I think it’s because I’ve actually had 100% of my things either stolen or destroyed during movement. But I like what I have as long as I have it.

          • We have moved all over the globe (three continents). The most surprising move was from Egypt to Houston. Everything was intact including the three feral cats we rescued…😸

            • They have all gone to pussycat heaven now but the last one lived to 16 years old. They were all under 2 years when we moved. Street cats in Cairo only live for a few years. When we arrived in Houston we asked the company to send a truck because airplane crates for animals are large. Something was lost in translation and they sent a stretch limo with a capped driver. The cats sat on the leather seats (in their crates) thinking, “Our American Dream!”

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