I was in her home today, way in and able to see so much. All the insides to the many many packages I had delivered over the years.
I am not sure what I expected, but how fun to see there was very little practical stuff. Instead there were things that made you smile. There was bright glass in wonderful odd shapes and in many colors. Dishes that would add such character to dinner parties and quiet evenings. There were oodles of stuff, birds of all size and shapes and designs. A flower that was a huge bowl that made me laugh out loud. I was able to run my hands over expensive warm glass that was signed by the Artist, and it felt alive. There were counters filled with jewelry that would add interest to each outfit, just that special touch.
As I walked about it all made me happy, intrigued, and interested, wondering and present.
She purchased with love, not need or guilt. She purchased to enhance her experience of life. She purchased just because she liked it.
In the expensive things you felt her self worth.
In the whimsical you felt her young years.
In each piece you understood what she meant to herself.
In her house you felt the remains of a happy soul.
I brought home a bowl, small and purple, odd shaped one, to sit on my mantel as a reminder; if I were to die today, what would I leave behind, what clues to how I lived, how I loved and what made me smile.
Would people walk around picking up my stuff and understand me?
In life we hear of a paper trail, but what of a soul trail?
What part of you do you leave behind?
What trails behind you as you leave a room, a job, or relationship?
What feelings do you leave behind? What lingers after you are long gone.
This woman lived to be 100 years old, and there are 100 years worth of delightful treasures which will be passed on like good memories. Another eye to enjoy, another hand to caress, another woman to feel worthy.
She inspired me to live without looking at the end, but instead believing that there is no end.
Her trail leaves you wanting more.
I M Perfect lady 