It never ceases to amaze me the power even a small object can carry. Scattered in small clusters around my home, little mementos, and with them memories and stories. When I was a child these little things, carried with them even more than that. The silver pill box above would regularly transform into a hiding place for magic fairy dust, potions, and precious jewels brought back from an expedition to find treasure in the pyramids.
The small objects I collected were the catalyst of my imagination. Cards sent by loved ones became invitations to the grand ball, where everyone would gasp as I entered the room wearing the prettiest dress of them all...
... while sea glass from Mexico, and river rocks from Montana served as the loot I stole from Black Beard himself. Looking back, it was these objects that gave me confidence in my imagination, and sometimes, if I was lucky, confidence in the real world as well.
Amazing really, the power of something so small. In the present moment these little things carry far less of the dramatic, and far more a sense of nostalgia. Yet somehow, if I sit with them long enough, they still hold the magic of that time.
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