And so as spring returns to the southern hemisphere so does my spring-cleaning continues with renewed fervor. At the same time my mind creatively processes my life from beginning to end. I collected shells and dead insects from when I was in junior school till recently. Oddly insects are also like shells, they protect the soft creature within. Here is a poem that came to me as I repurposed my collection of shells.
Shells were such a treasure, back then; bringing home little bits of pleasure; holding colourful memories in my hand like photographs they now remind me of people, places and times - of blissful happiness. Better than any sweet or treat are the "flavours" of the past. Now I say goodbye to these little jewels but I still hold each and every memory in my heart. These shells were once homes to other soft creatures more valuable to them than to me yet now soft creatures have gone and one day I too will vacate my home.
Letting go and embracing loss.
You want to know how I repurposed the shells? Well as I am much more into minimalism these days and don’t collect things anymore I have a place for them in my garden, like a sandy beach, next to the pool. They will slowly decay and whiten in the sun until they crumble away. And the insects will go back to where they came from, dust to dust. For as a life long collector it is, in truth, quite a wrench to let go of such”friends” but I embrace the cycle of life and death, or created and crumbling. Everything has a time and place.