It should come as no surprise that I am a collector of things. Pretty things, old things, dusty things, musty things. New things, old things, useful things, broken things. Things that make my heart beat, that make me laugh, that make me swoon. Things that drive the mister crazy but connect my memories from one point to another until an image appears like magic. No more elaborate than a simple connect-the-dots picture but so much more powerful in emotion and memory.
It has been months since we packed up the second tiny casa and careened back to the homestead. Months of thinking and planning and fine tuning and pretending I do not have a room full of things that need organizing, unpacking, and putting away. Boxes of things. Jars of things. Too many things. My memories are elbowing into each other, trapped in a dark elevator moving up and down but not really going anywhere at all much like the piles of this or that, the piles I keep arranging, rearranging, dumping into boxes, shipping off to the thrift proud of myself for letting go but so, so, so anxious I will lose parts large and parts small of my self.
****Hello November and thanks for joining us this Saturday morning! It's offically a photo-a-day challenge (with words if you like but not necessary, I just tend toward wordiness). Click here to see the photo list and here to see Tara's photos). Hopefully you'll be inspired to play along with us, and at the end of the month we'll have weeks worth of fun photos to share with each other! Leave a comment and share your sweet november photos.**