permanence
We are smack in the middle of my favorite time of year. Cozying into layered favorites. Aromas in the home after an afternoon of chopping, sautéing, and simmering goodness in the kitchen. Tucking in for tea or a good read while the rhythm of the home backdrops the moment. Don't tell the others, but fall is my favorite.
Last month my son and I were out for a walk. We passed by a leaf with great coloring that we both paused to give a second glance before moving down the street. I stayed on course, but he broke our hand hold and hustled back to fetch the leaf off the sidewalk. “You gotta remember the good stuff,” he said. I thanked him for the good thought and tucked the leaf into his shirt pocket for the rest of our sunny stroll.
The next day we ventured to a local haunt that features treasures and finds during the first weekend of every month. Amidst the antiques and collectibles is the ongoing gifting of sentiments on a wall inside the loo. After a stop in there my son came out from behind the door to say that he’d left a note too. “I told people to remember the good stuff, Mom!” I smiled, loving that the day before was still cooking inside his young, old soul head.
At the start of this month I cruised through to see the most recent additions in the shop—if anything old was new and up for the needing. While there, my daughter headed to use the bathroom, so I followed along, mostly to see if her brother’s post from the month prior remained. I scanned the entries, but I didn't see his handwriting or words among the collection. Just shy of a disheartened departure I saw his graffitied addition among the yellow bits of paper. Either they’d run out of post its or he felt his words worthy enough of an permanent reminder. In ballpoint purpose I read it right there: Remember the good stuff.
Cause in the fleeting in betweens, amidst the seasons that come and go, in the ebb and flow of our days, we’ve gotta hold onto that which puts a pause or skip in our step. We have to jot down, retrieve, and savor that which is worth holding onto. We have to ink in our mind the times and things and people that fill our heart's treasury.