Have Faith

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. ― Khalil Gibran

Wagon Wheel

Herself continues her quest for the modern equivalent of disco for heartache. Today, she's listening to a bit more country:  Darius Rucker, Wagon Wheel. It fits the bill. Best of all, it's within Herself's vocal range, so she can sing along.

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

Herself says, she'd certainly entertain such an invitation, particularly when so melodically requested.

Red Car

Today's treasure: the red car. It must be nearly four decades old now.  Vrooom!

Green Hat

Today's treasure: a green pilot's cap. 

When Herself was tiny, she apparently had this green pilot cap that she loved.  While Herself does not remember wearing or enjoying this hat, her mother has indicated that the cap was perpetually upon Herself's head when she was young.  Mother's favorite story involves a plane trip; in days of yore, people would dress up to travel by air, and Herself wore her fancy smocked dress, tights, and party shoes -- and the hat. That must have been quite a sight.

Tiny Dog thinks the green pilot cap might be tasty. 

Pillowcase

Today's treasure: a flowered pillowcase.

When Herself was very small - somewhere well under ten years old - she had sheets and a bedspread, and even curtains, with these flowers. Red, yellow, orange and blue, with green leafy highlights. She loved them.

I'm not certain how the pillowcase survived four decades, particularly without any sheet companions remaining, but all that we have now is this lone pillowcase.  The colors are still vibrant.  It makes us happy.

Treasures

We all have collections of possessions that hold meaning for us. Ordinary items -- a ticket stub, a pressed flower, a small stone -- that we have kept, for reasons that are undefined but clearly existent. These are our Things. Our Things are part of who we are.  It's ever so important not to scoff at another's Things - to do so is to ridicule pieces of a person, and that is an unacceptable unkindness.

While helping pack up his house, we encountered many of Cherished Friend's Things.  One of his other friends humorously marked certain boxes containing Things with the label, Treasures. Beloved Husband marked other boxes of Things as Memorabilia. Whether Treasures or Memorabilia or some other classification, though, these Things are part and parcel of Cherished Friend's life.

It must have been difficult for Cherished Friend, who is a reserved and modest individual, to have other people -- even ones he knows well -- handling his Things. He kindly offered back-stories when Herself asked about some Things, providing a glimpse into the time before we met him. Herself tried very hard to accord all of the Things the dignity they deserved by packing them carefully and with respect. It was an honor to be allowed to help with the Things.

We thought that perhaps we'd take a stroll through some of our own Things this week, and see what we can find. We'll let you know.

Icicle

This corner of the desert is melting after that unexpectedly weather-ific winter storm.  When we went out to rescue the snow-sodden trash cans, we spotted a fascinating formation:  a line of snow had been blown into a straight line at the window pane of the front window, and when the wind died down, had curved out and towards the ground.  An icicle had sprouted at the base of the curve of the frozen snow line like a petaled flower.

Such a fascinating creation of nature.