boxes

boxes surround me, i'm packing. it's comforting to be surrounded by your stuff and know that it is meaningful. i've moved so much lately that i've learned to enjoy the process of sorting and keeping only what i desire: my green tea pot from the antique store in town, tea cups from my grandmother, a purple shawl from my other grandmother, pink cars i used to play with ( i'm sure my parents looked for purple ) , the orange curtains i dyed, and my only wedding gift ( a crystal bowl). packing is a ritual and all rituals have meaning.