The Aerial Horizon

We all have our touchstones, the relics of the past, distant or recent, those items that tie our emotions to a moment, a feeling, or a person that we long to see or experience again… things are but things, and I marvel at the emotional trauma that we self inflict by merging the possessions of our lost loved ones with their identities…sometimes a sofa is just a piece of furniture that grandma needed to fill an empty space in a room…sometimes a rock is just something they picked up along their way… the things we collect may create a burden for those we leave behind. God help my children if after I leave this earth, all of my collected rocks and travel trinkets in which my memories rest become confused with pieces of me…sometimes a rock is just a rock and our memories die with us…unless…unless we share our stories with the living while we still have the time. Our spirits should not be trapped in our possessions, better that they be freed with the stories we share and the gift of truly knowing us…the secret of leaving a legacy instead of a box of things…