The aged and the natural. Found, made or archived. I'm so intrigued by the spirit of mindful collecting. Ordinary, everyday items made spectacular by curating and arrangement. A single color, or singular theme. It can be so lovely.
When I began writing this I thought that I didn't collect things anymore. Then I remembered the small bird's nest, a robin's egg, the tiny black shark's teeth, and those smooth white pebbles brought home from the Lake Erie shore. I guess what I haven't done is arrange them.
When I was single one of my roommates claimed an intuitive ability for forecasting future events. She said that when she held an item that was meaningful to someone she might sense some story about the person; reveal some destiny. I don't know if I ever really believed her, but she often wondered aloud as to whether I would move away and get married. Funny to me, because part of the reason I moved in with her was my belief that this just wasn't happening. I was physically moving on from the idea. Eight months later I was on the road to New Hampshire with a rental truck. Maybe she was right.