Today's thought...Can one be too sentimental?
Okay I'm extremely sentimental when it comes to things. And I get worried if I'm not too sentimental. Like...okay. The necklace I wear. My mom got me the cross. I've been through several chains because I manage to keep breaking my chains, but the cross, has been on me at all times, (except when I had to have surgery or an MRI or something) since I got it at Christmas in '98.
I have a ring, that I wear on my ring finger on my right hand. My mom got it for me. It's my "Divorce" ring. That's a long story in and of itself. But there's nothing I haven't thrown away that doesn't have some sort of attachment. I don't wear a necklace outside of the cross my mama got me, I don't wear a ring on my ring finger outside of the one my mama got me, and just different things like that.
Inside jokes are everything to me, and sentimental values are everything. Everyone has those things that they would take with them to a deserted island (That doesn't include family members). Mine are sentimental. None of them are status. My ring is dainty, my cross is small, my blankie is something that the normal person would look at and walk away from. I feel like my valuables are like the challis in the third Indiana Jones movie. They were all looking for the most exquisite looking cup to hold the blood of Christ, and in the end, it was the one that looked the most simple and oldest. That's me. It's the things that most people would just look past, that mean the most to me. The things that thought and heart went into. Yes, even down to the stone in my pocket that makes me think now of not only my grandmother who I miss dearly, but now, my neighbor, who has one of the biggest hearts in the world.
So can one bee TOO sentimental? Am I? I don't think so. I think it means I can appreciate what I have, and where real value lies. It's not in the cost of things that matters. Real value lies in the memories those things bring. Be it a ring, a simple cross, or even a stupid stone. It's all about appreciating what lies behind the object or person. If you can do that, you will never feel neither poor, nor alone. And that's just my thoughts on things. What do you think?
Friday, June 15, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Today's thought...Unexpected Miracles.
First off, let me just tell you what a blessing I've found in my neighbor! She is awesome! And now, the back story. Last Friday, I went over to the neighbors for tea. We chatted and her eldest daughter brings in some rocks that she'd gotten from a little shop in a place called The Factory. And so I break into the story about my Apache's Tears and that they're handed down from generation to generation and when my gramma passed away, I got one of hers, and my mama took the other one, which had been passed down from her grandma. Well, I carried it in my pocket and well yeah, you know where this story is going. Went to the track one day and sometime between racing and working, I lost my precious stone, passed down.
I was devastated. It absolutely killed me to know that I had lost it, no matter how unintentional. And you can't find any. The only people that have them have had them either handed down to them from family, or given to them from a friend. You can't buy them and outside of going to Arizona, you can't just happen upon them. Believe me. I've been from Native American shop to Native American shop all over the Southeast and have turned up empty handed every time. So today my neighbor's like, "We're on our way to the Factory where the rock shop is, why don't you come along." And I'm not thinking much about it, but I say okay and her and her daughter comes and me and Squeak goes and we just make a day of it.
Well we drop by, stop in a couple little shops, one being a Native American shop that's got jewelry and little metal statues and such, oh my gosh, cool stuff and we make our way around to the little rock shop. So I'm talking to the lady at the rock shop and she's telling me that she didn't know anything about them, had never heard of them but there was a Native American lady down the hall that would know something if anyone did. So we run back down there.
The lady looks at me and says "Back to buy those earrings?" I laugh of course and tell her no, but then I jump into my story about the Apache's Tear and ask her if it's possible if she has any. She tells me a story. She says a year and a half ago, about, a woman comes in and tells her she's got this bunch of Apache's Tears that her great aunt had passed to down to her, which had been passed down to her by her great grandmother and she wanted her to make a necklace. When she made the necklace to the lady's specs, she tells her she has a few left. The lady proceeds to tell her to keep them and hang onto them.
She said she didn't know why, but she hung onto them. I asked her if she'd be willing to sell one to me and if she would to hang on to it because I didn't have any money until I got paid. She said no, she would give me one, because she could see how important it was to me. And she said that everything happens for a reason, and she feels that those Apache's Tears were left there, for me. So she tells me to pick one out. And I didn't want to pick up a huge one because that would be kind of rude, so I picked up a medium sized one and she hands me the biggest one and says "Take the big one. You should have the big one. Keep them both."
I was stunned. I had tears just ready to brim at any moment. I had no idea what this day would hold. Who new a simple shopping trip would turn into finding something I thought I'd never find again. It's moments like this, I know that God works in mysterious ways, and everything happens for a reason. So thank you God, thank you neighbor, thank you Artesian, and thank you lady that wanted the necklace. Guess it's true what they say. You never know what a small decision today, will do for someone tomorrow.
Link to the website that explains the legend of the Apache's Tear... http://www.worldssmallestmuseum.com/apachetearshdq.htm
First off, let me just tell you what a blessing I've found in my neighbor! She is awesome! And now, the back story. Last Friday, I went over to the neighbors for tea. We chatted and her eldest daughter brings in some rocks that she'd gotten from a little shop in a place called The Factory. And so I break into the story about my Apache's Tears and that they're handed down from generation to generation and when my gramma passed away, I got one of hers, and my mama took the other one, which had been passed down from her grandma. Well, I carried it in my pocket and well yeah, you know where this story is going. Went to the track one day and sometime between racing and working, I lost my precious stone, passed down.
I was devastated. It absolutely killed me to know that I had lost it, no matter how unintentional. And you can't find any. The only people that have them have had them either handed down to them from family, or given to them from a friend. You can't buy them and outside of going to Arizona, you can't just happen upon them. Believe me. I've been from Native American shop to Native American shop all over the Southeast and have turned up empty handed every time. So today my neighbor's like, "We're on our way to the Factory where the rock shop is, why don't you come along." And I'm not thinking much about it, but I say okay and her and her daughter comes and me and Squeak goes and we just make a day of it.
Well we drop by, stop in a couple little shops, one being a Native American shop that's got jewelry and little metal statues and such, oh my gosh, cool stuff and we make our way around to the little rock shop. So I'm talking to the lady at the rock shop and she's telling me that she didn't know anything about them, had never heard of them but there was a Native American lady down the hall that would know something if anyone did. So we run back down there.
The lady looks at me and says "Back to buy those earrings?" I laugh of course and tell her no, but then I jump into my story about the Apache's Tear and ask her if it's possible if she has any. She tells me a story. She says a year and a half ago, about, a woman comes in and tells her she's got this bunch of Apache's Tears that her great aunt had passed to down to her, which had been passed down to her by her great grandmother and she wanted her to make a necklace. When she made the necklace to the lady's specs, she tells her she has a few left. The lady proceeds to tell her to keep them and hang onto them.
She said she didn't know why, but she hung onto them. I asked her if she'd be willing to sell one to me and if she would to hang on to it because I didn't have any money until I got paid. She said no, she would give me one, because she could see how important it was to me. And she said that everything happens for a reason, and she feels that those Apache's Tears were left there, for me. So she tells me to pick one out. And I didn't want to pick up a huge one because that would be kind of rude, so I picked up a medium sized one and she hands me the biggest one and says "Take the big one. You should have the big one. Keep them both."
I was stunned. I had tears just ready to brim at any moment. I had no idea what this day would hold. Who new a simple shopping trip would turn into finding something I thought I'd never find again. It's moments like this, I know that God works in mysterious ways, and everything happens for a reason. So thank you God, thank you neighbor, thank you Artesian, and thank you lady that wanted the necklace. Guess it's true what they say. You never know what a small decision today, will do for someone tomorrow.
Link to the website that explains the legend of the Apache's Tear... http://www.worldssmallestmuseum.com/apachetearshdq.htm
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