Have you ever noticed how much STUFF one can accumulate? I'm in the process of packing up my house - and MAN is it full of stuff! It's a little house - with a lot of memories - and a lot of fun stuff. The really cool thing, I think, is that all my stuff has stories attached to it. Stories of friends, of good times, of adventures, whatever. And new stories happening all the time - I've had bunches of people helping me to get organised in the past week or so, which has been GREATLY appreciated. I think the cool part of my life is that all my stuff relates to important people. A few examples... my little papier mache duck reminds me of a summer in Germany and a fantastic kayaking trip in Belgium (hey Dee! Margaret lives!)... I have a really cool candle from an amazing worship service with some Lutheran friends here a few years back... I have rocks from all over the world... my worship book, incredibly useful, was a gift from a phenomenol woman who has been a friend and support for over a decade (and who is SO hated in Winnipeg these days! Kristine, people are SO mad!!! hehehe...) and I doubt I'll ever forget the rubber monkeys or YUCK balloons... Stuff. Stuff in boxes. Stuff that is so much more than what it looks like.
Before I get too emotional (not that that's been happening or anything, really it's just rain! On my face! In the sunshine!) I'll post this - I'm out of touch for the next week or so, road tripping through northern Ontario (remember the great Arrogant Worms song trees and rocks? It describes the route I'll be taking... "there's rocks and trees and trees and rocks and rocks and trees and trees and rocks and rocks and trees and trees and rocks and water...") Then I'm honoured to be taking part in a friends' wedding - one of my oldest dearest friends (why are we sleeping on the wrong side of the tent? We didn't pitch it on a slope, did we??) Road tripping with the boys, plants and a bike... hmmm...
I'm off to finish putting stuff in boxes. memories that will come flooding out again when the time is right.
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