What’s one thing you own that holds deep sentimental value?
I used to be very sentimental about things, but I’m not now. I do have a memory box where I keep special items. My first (bald) toy. Picture of my Grandad. Items from my cats, bag of fur etc. it’s quite a large box. Yet my first reaction to this question was ‘nothing’.
The one thing (well 9) that is absolutely precious are hidden quietly in a cupboard, the doors hidden by the side of the sofa. They’re pure sentimental value, little boxes each with a precious name on them, reminding me that we’re still a complete family. Those boxes only come second to the 5 cats with me.
I don’t think about the boxes all the time, I don’t open the cupboard unless I have to. It’s just quietly there making me complete. Holding me together. Bringing back good memories and feelings of love. I smile gently if it catches my eye. It’s all good.
Stealth question
This has all come as a shock to me, it represents quite a change that’s snuck in. All I can think of is that the events of this year have given me an entirely new perspective. Neither worse nor better. I’ve changed a great deal. I don’t hang on to the past so much.l, just what matters.
Life is what’s precious, being here with my little family holds all the value in my life. One item has come to mind though, I have my dad’s silver dollar that my American uncle Joe gave him. I love thinking of my dad in America which suited him and then later me, so well.
Tony said once, when my dad was really struggling with dementia, that he saw him sitting on the edge of a jetty on an American lake, beer cooler at his side, fishing rod in hand, utterly happy and peaceful. He said “that’s your dad, not the life he led.” The dollar is important because it represents a wonderful uncle, and what my dad could have been. I prefer the fantasy image of him.
Changing perspectives
Since the late Spring my life has shrunk. I don’t quite understand why. I’m noticing a difference in the people around me, but this is such a confusing time that it could easily be me. I make no judgments. I’m dealing with so many things I never thought I could deal with that I think I may be emotionally exhausted. I’m certainly incredibly lonely but I can cope.
I’m honestly not sure. Yet in myself I feel pretty good, certainly better than the 40 years I spent with acute anxiety, which is all kinds of surreal.
I’ve just realised that scans and blood tests, which the very thought of used to trigger my anxiety, are not as bad as fighting my own mind for my sanity? Who’d a thought it? If you want totally surreal, that takes the biscuit.
Perhaps the fact that I’m just about coping is telling me that I’m not the idiot I thought I was for decades? Wow! Or is it that the spiritual work I’ve done to grow as a person is as effective as I thought it was. I am sharing something worthwhile in my work. That’s a nice idea.
Whatever it is I did not expect this answer. Talk about live and learn. Nearly 70 and still growing, still learning, long may it continue. It’s fun!
I’m even putting a sort of book together.
That’s really something.
Onward and forward. To me the Spirit World is upward and I’m not ready for that yet 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣.
Best love
Amorah – Deb
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💖 Images created with the help of OpenAI ChatGPT. The words are all my own. 💖
