Stuff

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 ...

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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?

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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)

The "ribbon ladies" that have been in the bathroom for ages.

Some of my dad's most valuable stamps!

Rare comics!! Dad-- you should frame these in the basement I think ... the colors are great!

What do you collect???