Every now and then the universe reminds me about the importance of things. Or perhaps the un-importance of things.
Today I had to remind myself that the “thing” that just broke was just a thing. Is it easily replaced? No, not unless I am heading back to Sicily soon and it was handcrafted. It was something we picked up there, a rare memento of a place I love. We didn’t buy a lot of souvenirs while we lived and traveled in Europe, we were very selective on what we took home. This was a thing, but not the only thing, we purchased in Castellamare del Golfo, Sicily to mark our time there. I have a couple of other things, some photos and what’s left of my shotty memory to look back on for the time we spent in Sicily.
I just looked through my photos and it’s the one thing I didn’t take a photo of, oddly enough. Usually, I share souvenir type things on Instagram, but not this one…thing.
My emotions are high right now and it shook me a bit to hear the thing fall to the ground and break, then to go sweep it up.
But, in the end, it’s just a thing.
This is what’s left of the shattered ceramic ash tray from Sicily.
Life Notes 