Between the Baskets of Life

Friday, July 9, 2010

While putting the final things in place earlier, I stood surrounded by the intricately woven details of my past. Having hosed years of dust and cobwebs off of them in the heavy air of last night, I was able to see them in a new light today. Baskets of varying sizes, shapes and textures, each one telling a story of the date written on the bottom. Each signature is my own, however, I noticed that each one spoke a different language. Some, just three initials, while others, both of my last names, in proud, elegant script. The one thing all of these baskets have in common is that they were made by a different me. A me who was not yet a mother. A me who had yet to know that side of myself. A me not yet discovered.

As we go through life, leaving a trail of reminders of our past, it is important to stop and examine the things we leave behind. They hold many keys and insight to who we are today, how much we have grown and how they have shaped the person we are right now. Without those reminders to reflect on, we may forget that we are a work of art in progress. Mistakes are made, new things are learned and we become more comfortable with who we are. At least, that is how it is supposed to work.

As I look ahead to tomorrow to that self I have yet to discover, I can't help but to wonder about the things I will look back on that I leave behind today. I have always felt that our lives have already been written and we are just turning a page each day. Another day, another woven detail in the basket of life. ~Susan