Day 08 – A precious item

My great grandma was an illegal immigrant from Sweden. She came over on a boat, wearing wooden shoes, which are now mine. They are small and worn and looking at them makes my imagination go wild.  I have a necklace, with a forget-me-not made out of tiny blue gems. It was a gift from my mom when I graduated college (the first time). We call it "precious" and my mom and I both love it.  I keep a diary that my grandpa gave me as a gift. It is leather bound, with the marking from the cow’s brand on it still. I write in it often, and know that when I fill the pages, something life changing will occur.  There is a red and black wooden box with monkey’s carved into it that I bought in a village in central Mexico. In that village (a true village) I also ate some kind of menudo that was so spicy hot that I felt my throat immediately begin to swell closed.  During a monumental, life transforming trek, wherein he walked across the states of Utah, Idaho, and Washington, my former boyfriend was contemplating whether or not he and I should be together as a couple. He looked down and saw a beautiful diamond ring on a path in the middle of nowhere. He rerouted from Oregon to Washington, where I was living, to give me the ring as a gift. He then continued on his trek, walking to Oregon’s west side.


2 thoughts on “Day 08 – A precious item

  1. Anonymous

    painter 11

    Pretty insightful post. Never thought that it was this simple after all. I had spent a good deal of my time looking for someone to explain this subject clearly and you’re the only one that ever did that. Kudos to you! Keep it up


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