by Michelle
26. January 2010 17:47
I have two drawers that are of prime real estate in our kitchen. The two drawers hold puzzles and games. These items, I’ve played with both Tucker and Alyssa when they were five years and under. Alyssa is now seven and half years old. I’ve done the math. That means this drawer is full of things we haven’t used in over two years.
I go to this drawer, every month or two, with the well-meaning intention of packing away these games and puzzles for my grandchildren. I want to use the drawer for things we use on a daily basis. I put my hand on the knob and pull with resolution. I peer inside, standing over the drawer’s contents, and it happens every time.
The drawer’s slides apparently operate my heart, too. My heart opens, wide and unprotected, and drops memories -- one by one -- into the drawer. Alyssa’s chubby hand moving a unicorn in place on our Noah’s Ark. Tucker smiling up at me as I dramatically swish my blue girl down the green chute and he moves his yellow boy up the biggest ladder. The ABC dinosaur puzzle with the missing “F” piece we’ve never found. The memories tumble out into the two drawers from my opened heart.
I quickly close the drawer in effort to close my heart, too. I close the drawer to prevent too much spillage of these moments passed. I close the drawer to keep each memory next to my pulse, beating strong through my veins. I close the drawer to keep it packed with things I don’t use, but things I really need.
Some day, I suspect, my soul will have secured these moments into my energy field. I quote my fav philosopher, “The soul generates and organizes energy of love, the energy of compassion, the awareness of truth, the awareness of creativity and intelligence.” And some day, my soul will organize my two drawers.
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