I've been all over the place today.
Going through photographs and letters, and lots of miscellaneous containers of random things. My mom loved to keep everything . . . from Happy Meal toys she got with three rounds of grandchildren, to souvenir matchbooks and matchboxes and coasters, to every postcard that she or we or her parents received. It's such a rich treasure trove of family history. I hate to get rid of any of it.
I've been all over Europe today and traveled through about one hundred years of time. I visited my childhood and my mother's childhood, even my grandparents' childhoods. I pulled out my hair over trying to figure out what to do with lifetimes of precious things that fit so beautifully here for so long.
And now need to find homes with my brothers and me or be released.
It feels strange that there won't be a place where all of this lives any more. We've already started dismantling things and it looks like we've barely made a dent. I'm not that upset over it, though, because I love spending time here while I can. And for it to feel inhabited still.
Creating Space: Three Months of Showing Up for What's Showing Up is a daily writing practice. Turns out that a lot of this writing explores the landscape of grief. My mother died shortly before I began this writing, and this is what I'm thinking about most of the time these days.
Katherine Cartwright has been blogging since 2012, and each year brings new wonders. She asks big questions of the small things in life.
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