The latest T.V. show I'm melting my brain with is "Hoarders" on A&E. It's so interesting/freaky/scary/fascinating.
I mean, people have this connection to their "STUFF." And sometimes it's not even stuff ... it's actual crap, as in garbage.
On the other side (the extreme other side) are collections! I've got lots ...... Jadite glass, Hello Kitty, Things with the letter "E" on them, etc., etc....
It's funny though how we gather these things around us. They are just objects ...
I read this poem by Mary Oliver that I thought kind of touched on this:
"In Your Hands"
The dog, the donkey, surely they know
they are alive.
Who would argue otherwise?
But now, after years of consideration,
I am getting beyond that.
What about the sunflowers? What about
the tulips, and the pines?
Listen, all you have to do is start and
there'll be no stopping.
What about mountains? What about water
slipping over the hard-skinned rocks?
And, speaking of stones, what about
the little ones you can
hold in your hands, their heartbeats
so secret, so hidden it may take years
before, finally, you hear them?
Here are some collections my parents have that I've always equated with them and home....
Some of my mom's elephants
mom's rug-beaters (she's an antique dealer ... so I guess that explains this! haha)