A potpourri of treasured memories.
That’s what I’m celebrating today as the ordinary for which I’m appreciative. And I’d be remiss not to pay tribute to Marie for starting this exercise, which has energized and revived the esprit de corps of those bloggesses who are participating. I believe all our posts are richer as a result of digging deeper to find treasures right under our noses.
The first marvel I’m featuring today can be found right in my living room: a collection of shells and ceramic rocks that my mother treasured, as well as a framed image of a younger me with my three sons. The pendant I draped over the photo, with the simple word “Dream,” came from a women’s retreat I attended last September. After I finished visiting all the prayer stations in one room set aside at the retreat for that purpose, I saw this lone pendant. Next to it was a simple sign urging me to take it. Free.
This simple word “Dream” kept me going through all the dark days that followed. And now I have realized that which I’ve imagined all these months–an independent me making my own choices and charting my own course.
The other treasure, perched on my coffee table, is a clay-designed wine bottle from Del Dotto winery in Napa Valley. Last January I met my cousin and her husband from southern California in this lush location of rolling hills, lavish as much in the money spent there as in the acres upon acres of vineyards. Amidst these special surroundings we tasted superb wines and savored exquisite appetizers while catching up on our lives.
The wine bottle from Del Dotto was so unique that we both decided to save it as decor for our living rooms. To top it off, we both purchased a candleholder that fits into the wine bottle along with two candles that look like corks. We landed such treasures in Healdsburg, a charming town nestled in the heart of Sonoma Valley.
When I returned home I finished the wine, a delightful bouquet of aromas and flavors, and set the empty bottle down with its unique topper. Later I decided to place beneath it a painted tapa cloth made from bark in Rarotonga, a South Pacific Island that our family visited over a decade ago. It seemed only fitting to mix the cultures into an eclectic blend of recollections.
I plan to hold on to these reminders of joyful days, days of which I dream, days to savor and remember those who love me and whom I love.
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