I love:
kids laughter
the sound of chimes and the wind moving the trees when you're eyes are closed
the crackling of the fire pit at night with a glass of red
the sound of water
the feel of water
ice tea on a warm day
hot coffee on a cool day
crystal clear music that narrates the day
little arms around your neck
tears that are made better
a wet dog
a great movie
a perfect album
family pictures
your laughter
the breeze against my face
nature in its natural state
the flight of a hawk as it floats above
an arabian and it's movement
wolves living their lives
rolling in the grass watching the clouds pass by
a kiss on the cheek
and a reminder that you are someone's hero.
A story that may resonate. It may be something that touches you but if it doesn't that's okay.
People meet me they always ask about the necklace that I wear.
"Is it a Saint Nicholas?" A Saint something that has religious attachments? It is not.
It's a small copper coin about half the size of a penny.
It has been worn for such a long time it is without letters; without numbers. Just a small piece of copper
It's from the Netherlands; it is and was a half penny from there.
The date of the coin I can't remember but I clearly remember I have worn it since 1985.
I never take it off. The coin fell out of it's setting once, I retraced my steps, went to all the places I had been since I last felt it. It was on a tennis court near the fence, near the bench waiting for me.
It wasn't time to part with it so something or someone told me where to find it.
It is magical and holds decades of memories. I kiss it when I feel lost; or just want to have a strong positive memory.
It was a part of the many things that my grandmother collected; she collected so many things. It was a favorite of hers because it was so cute and singularly unique among the many American pennies that it lay.
When she passed I took the copper half penny from the Netherlands and had it set so it could be worn around my neck, near my heart where it belongs.
