The small change jar...

[Blossom]

It sits on our bedside table. We should be hassled for its contents by irritating teenage manoeuvres. We should be woken up for bus money, today's tuckshop special. It should be almost empty all of the time - it is overflowing with coins now. There should be big boy/man hands braving the horrible single-bottom-tooth-dental-frame that my husband refused to wear, that sat in the bottom of it where the most valuable coins settled (yuck...it was our only defence. ok?).

I should feel rich. Once upon a time, I would have felt rich. Flipside? So nice to say this. Hmm, yeah, need a journal.

[ScottsMom]

I so understand the thoughts of how it should be, ((((Blossom))))

My mind keeps saying 'small change jar', over and over and I'm thinking tiny difference caused by this blow. Each tremor or quake changing my landscape, me. Then I think what I keep - what I carry daily that boosts my motion- it like a small forgotten stash of coins that sparkles and holds its value against my emotional economy. I'm twisted, your phrase just talks to me.

I'm glad the appliance is safely out of sight beneath the coinage. Perhaps you'll dip in for a little treat on a wish list (a pretty pen to journal with) ?? Small change is a hidden resource and maybe a gift would give 'extra change' to your assets.

V--

[cmarie]

Ah Blossom, your post caused a serious ache in my already tender heart.
For me, its walking down the milk aisle in the grocery store and picking up a litre of milk, instead of the 8 litres (4 white and 4 chocolate)I used to buy weekly. There is such gaping empty holes in the fridge these days.

[BigSister1952]

Blossom,... we've spoken of the little moments that are so big.. too big. Who in the wide world could ever come close to guessing how enormous a small change jar can be?

You are with me, and me with you... both of us and our lovely ones are safe in this heart. Someone has brewed some fine strong coffee and there is soft light coming from an unseen window, and it lights up a beautiful old table. There we keep our little things and moments that are really really big. The light does not hurt our eyes.

Not sure why I've written this. Hope it doesn't sound too goofy. Sending love from my little and big spirit, Dear One. xx

[cali]

For me it is his change jar, mason with a sturdy cap of blue and yellow, something he found, had at home, traveled with. Full to the brim of quarters mostly, all silver, no pennies, those fill the small wooden drawer of a tonsu box someone gave him long ago, that never left his room. I always wanted to see him settled, having his life, with his things around him. Some few small things I would miss seeing here, but would recognize and feel the warmth of their continuance in his life, in his home.
Now, here they sit and I am far happier seeing him in my dreams than remembering the old ones that never will come to fruition. What shall I do with these things? I don't know. The coins to his charities, other things to his friends, oh, can't now, can't deal with it. So there is the room, the one he invited me to take over and do with as I wanted all bravado when he left for college, but I didn't, I wouldn't, not yet. I knew he still needed a space to come home to, his things in their places, pictures on the wall. Or more probably I needed to keep that for him. Last night he came heart to heart with me and i will not forget.

[Blossom]

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