culling memories

What is a man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness
of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to man.
All things are connected.
This we know.
Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.
Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

Chief Seattle


(purging a now 32 year old son’s baby clothes)

Spending today in the attic, sorting, and yes purging boxes of clothes that
should have been purged long ago…
this mother of an only child, who is trying to part with each and everything that was worn or played
with by this only child, was finding it painfully difficult.
Pulling out each piece of small, often stained, clothing…
past moments frozen in time, came racing viscerally back to the forefront of
my heart’s consciousness.

The small flannel footed pj’s worn by a young boy who was afraid of the night–
stealing himself from his own bed, standing silently by his mother on her side of her bed
waiting until she finally opened her eyes in order to lift the young boy,
placing him in a place of safety…nestled between his sleeping dad and now wide awake mom.

Night after night for nearly four years, this young boy was fearful…
until his grandfather bought him bunkbeds.

Found was a Christening outfit, a first Christmas onesie, a first Easter two piece,
a pair of Teenage mutant Nija Turtle sandals worn as part of an early Halloween costume…
the crochet teddy bear onesie…

Pieces of 30 some odd years ago that seem just like yesterday.

Sigh.

Maybe it’s this year, this surreal year of 2020…
Maybe it’s the packing up and moving one’s life after so many years.
Maybe it’s the time of year of all things Advent and Christmas.

A watchful time…a time of waiting for what is coming.

So much is coming.

Are we ready?
Are you ready?

Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it.
The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them.
And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened.
Another book was opened, which is the book of life.
The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books.
The sea gave up the dead that were in it,
and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was
judged according to what they had done.
Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire.
The lake of fire is the second death.
Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life was thrown
into the lake of fire.

Revelation 20:11-15

19 comments on “culling memories

  1. bcparkison says:

    Been there done that..several times as we chased rainbows all over the South before coming back to Mississippi 20 some odd years ago.
    do you feel it…I do and pray I am right…We may be going “HOME” soon.

    • Mary Myers says:

      I feel it ever so strongly. I am letting go of things of this world, purging for what seems to becoming so fast now. The things that do matter to me are my treasures, even if they are memories. Walking God-ward now, what else can I do but keeping walking God-ward. Have a blessed day in Christ Jesus.

  2. atimetoshare.me says:

    “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” – Luke 2:19

  3. Salvageable says:

    Yes, a lot of treasured memories, triggered by relics that have no meaning outside of your family and its memories. God bless your journey down memory lane. J.

  4. hatrack4 says:

    Thank you for sharing your pain. I pulled our unused Christmas decorations, putting a few in a post about our destructive younger son, but then my wife says that our old glass ornaments get top dollar and she does not wish to part with them. I was hoping to dump the entire box in the trash. It may take us a long time to move, or we may just move what we need and pay someone to empty the house of what is left.

  5. Have a very Merry Christmas, Cookie! ❤

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