sunshine and boxes
yesterday the sun came out, for the whole day!
today the sun came out, for the whole day again!
oh how beautiful!
when it first came out my family all went outside to revel in its beauty and strength.
who'd have thought the sun would be such a wonder. i missed it!
i spent hours in the garage today. i emptied box after box, suitcase after suitcase, bin after bin...only to fill them back up again. i'm nearly all packed for grad school. and i found all of my clothes, finally!
i keep everything and everything is simply too much to keep. but i love looking through it all. i love the little treasures (notes, pictures, drawings) that fall out of books and folders. they make the randomly salvaged items worth keeping. at times i look at the boxes and piles of stuff around me which i've accumulated throughout my life and wonder why keep it all, why not just throw it away? if i just toss it i won't know what i'm missing. but then i think again and it comes to this: i believe memories are often sparked by tangible things. i wouldn't recall the details of my past without this "stuff". so i find another box, another bin, another folder and pack them full of papers and books and pictures. things i may not pick up again for years. knowing that thousands upon thousands of memories are storied within them.
these boxes and bins seem only a hassle, or extra, or in the way, or foolishness to many. but if they would only sit with me for an hour or so and look through just one box, oh the stories i could tell! we would certainly laugh; cry; sit befuddled; ponder odd, amusing and interesting questions; and meet people from around the world. all from an hour inside one of my boxes.
i just love it (a lot).
today the sun came out, for the whole day again!
oh how beautiful!
when it first came out my family all went outside to revel in its beauty and strength.
who'd have thought the sun would be such a wonder. i missed it!
i spent hours in the garage today. i emptied box after box, suitcase after suitcase, bin after bin...only to fill them back up again. i'm nearly all packed for grad school. and i found all of my clothes, finally!
i keep everything and everything is simply too much to keep. but i love looking through it all. i love the little treasures (notes, pictures, drawings) that fall out of books and folders. they make the randomly salvaged items worth keeping. at times i look at the boxes and piles of stuff around me which i've accumulated throughout my life and wonder why keep it all, why not just throw it away? if i just toss it i won't know what i'm missing. but then i think again and it comes to this: i believe memories are often sparked by tangible things. i wouldn't recall the details of my past without this "stuff". so i find another box, another bin, another folder and pack them full of papers and books and pictures. things i may not pick up again for years. knowing that thousands upon thousands of memories are storied within them.
these boxes and bins seem only a hassle, or extra, or in the way, or foolishness to many. but if they would only sit with me for an hour or so and look through just one box, oh the stories i could tell! we would certainly laugh; cry; sit befuddled; ponder odd, amusing and interesting questions; and meet people from around the world. all from an hour inside one of my boxes.
i just love it (a lot).