Maybe I’ve caught bits of The Sound of Music a little too often (she says, loving it every time).
Maybe it’s the frequent fire sirens lately.
Or maybe I was inspired by a writer friend, who wrote eloquently about possessions and the hold they can have on us, as well as the delicious release when we let them go.
So I’m wondering: what are your three most treasured possessions? And here’s a challenge: you can’t say family photos, diaries or books! Here goes:
I have a parasol which I love. I use it every day for sun protection and it makes me smile, the way it harks back to a different time. Its hand-sewn lace border and carved wooden handle conjures a trace element of Downton Abbey. Besides, hats can give us helmet head!
My hands – I loathed them for years and called them my “waitress hands” – which is exactly why I eventually grew to appreciate them. They have carried thousands of dishes and been plunged into hot soapy water repeatedly. Along the way, they helped carve my independence.
A framed black & white photo of the ANZACs (Australia-New Zealand Army Corps.): 800+ young soldiers gathered on the Pyramids in 1915. They look so full of hope, yet most gave their lives for their country’s freedom, and all of them made sacrifices.
How about you?