As this log pile grows, the items in the house vanish. Vanish is not quite the optimum word. We piece through each and every shred of our lives and wonder what to take. I constantly remind myself that I have memories to last a lifetime. I have a few special trinkets and odds and ends that spark obsolete moments in time. But, do I need the flotsam to trigger those memories and if so, at what cost? New memories are mine for the taking. I can pick and choose what I need and want to have surrounding me. A simple shell, a bird’s nest, drift wood, rust, flowers, slugs and an occasional deer antler. What else is there?
Growth
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