Hark to the amulets . . . pondering . . .
I've been thinking, dangerous that this is!
Our babes are gifted the pacifier almost
from day one. Little kids move on from
there to a fave teddy bear or any comfort
toy. As children grow into teens, it's that
fave piece of jewelry, hair adornment,
key chain . . .
Perhaps, we don't think about it much,
but we as adults, young or old, have our
bits and pieces. Have you ever noticed
when you're missing your dad, you may
put on one of his shirts you kept? If you
find yourself sad, a cup of hot cocoa,
a la mom, perhaps. But always, we wear
that special ring, a particular necklace,
an ankle bracelet.
In looking around my tiny cabin, I see
any number, okay hundreds, of things
that bring me comfort . . . Wondrous
treasures from my grandmothers, that
special tool, or 13 that belonged to my
father, that funny old apron from my
great grandma. And, not to forget,
framed pics all about that bring me
comfort whenever I need it. Have you
noticed, we always sit in a particular
chair? Drink coffee out of a certain mug?
Have just that special amulet on our key
rings? Wear a specific pair of pajamas
when we're feeling low?
Bottom line, somehow or other, we never
outgrow our security blankets. We need
them, disguise them, but always keep
them near and dear. Frankly, I see naught
wrong with this. It's just amusing that the
idea of it cracked me over the head some
time around o' dark thirty this morning!
love me my keepsakes
comfort in a memory
gifts from other worlds
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