In Brave Blogging, we were asked to write about something we collect. My collection is a messy, crazy, jumble of stuff.....which actually, makes perfect sense when I think about it.
I collect light to draw on, when the darkness surrounds me.
I collect hugs from my son that make me feel like I am doing something right.
I collect smiles and kisses from my daughter that help me remember what’s important.
I collect frogs, because they keep me mindful of healing and sensitivity and remind me that transformation is not always pretty or comfortable, but always worth it.
I collect memories of people I knew, who died too early and left me wondering, what if?
I collect visits from those people in my dreams. They always tell me they’re o.k. and so am I.
I collect the feelings of everyone I encounter and sometimes, the heaviness is unbearable.
I collect memories of sitting in a green lawn chair at the lake, and feeling all is well.
I collect facts about my astrology chart, in hopes of shining some light on my messy, crazy life.
I collect moments of soul connection with other people. The kind where you get that feeling of, ‘I know you, I see you, you are not alone’.
I collect quotes that make me feel good and words that resonate deeply.
I collect learning experiences. I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame.
I collect cans of paint from all the times I have painted my house.
I collect photos of food. Mostly ones I take my self.
I collect struggles that sometimes drag me down, but mostly help me to remain calm when the shit hits the fan.
I collect hopes of one day, having zero burden to carry.
I collect good news, because the world already has enough bad news collectors.
I collect rocks and gems because they help me to stay grounded.
I collect patience, because I have no choice.
I collect moments of freedom, because they keep me sane.