Gatherer of Trinkets or Keeper of Treasures

I said it last week, and I think I'll say it again. We may be recessed, but we are not depressed. So much is changing. So many scary things that are unknown and at the same time, a new beginning and an awakening to what has been forgotten and lost for many years.

Many of you know that I work in construction. New home construction. Many of my readers are my beloved homeowners that I shared the vision of building a dream home with. With the current turn of events, I have been cut back to part-time. At first I was in a panic about the money, about... well... everything. Now, for the first time in years and years, with time to think and my mind being free, I'm remembering. I'm remembering who I am, who I was, what I truly love and what is really important to me.

I think many Americans and people world wide are starting to remember. For years money has been abundant and we were "gatherer's of trinkets." We all gathered the same cheaply made, meaningless trinkets of garbage from big box stores to fill our homes. We all had the same things. Every town had the same stores that had the same meaningless things that we worked our butts off to pay for. We tired of them in a year and went out and gathered more meaningless trinkets to fill the void in our hearts. Why?? Because we thought it was the way. We had forgotten. We lost ourselves along the road to "success."

Now, the times they are a chang'in. We are becoming the "keeper's of treasures." Just like our parents or grandparents that grew up during hard times. We actually "think" about purchases. We buy something because we love it and it's original and "meaningful." We remember what it was like to be rooted in simple happiness. The kind of happiness that children know.

It's funny how it takes something so incredibly stressful as losing most of your income to realize that you don't really need it in the first place. It's amazing that all the things I once loved about life got lost in the rush to "gather more trinkets" when all along, the "keeping of treasures" was what I valued and treasured most: A meal prepared by the loving hands of friends instead of a $300 restaurant bill, an hour on the phone laughing like crazy with a friend instead of a text message, reading a book from the library for pure enjoyment, writing stories as they appeared in my dreams, looking at the sunset and sunrise with utter amazement and thankfulness to God, being there when a shoulder is needed to cry on, petting an animal without a time limit, living in the present moment and remembering it, enjoying the life I have and the people that have come into it.

I may be recessed, but I am definitely not depressed. I'm remembering that I'm the "keeper of treasures." There are many and I am truly blessed.

bunny hugs,

shell

this week IGF life changing events and remembering.