Lists

As I sit, facing my day today, my mind is making lists of my tasks for the day. I can easily panic at the thoughts of all that needs to be done in the next ten days, before my son gets here with a truck to move me to Burbank. 

Seventy-two years are being looked at, each piece of thing that is part of that link looked at and evaluated. I realize that I only need a symbol of memory at most, not an entire museum. There are some griffin candle holders that will always remind me of my childhood homes. There is a Humpty Dumpty wooden puzzle toy that will remind me of childhood toys. There is Corduroy bear that will remind me of my joy with my small children. Tokens that will comfort me as I move fully and wholly into my eightieth decade. I need not recreate my life with things, but allow the spirit of my life to flow onward with beauty, joy, peace, serenity.