It’s an old proverb… “what we love tells us who we are.” At times we are unsure of ourselves, asking “who am I?” or “who have I turned out to be?”
I certainly have had battles with that “squeaky little critic voice” that surveys my thoughts, feelings and intentions and my self asks me the same daunting questions. A glance at my “loves” helps me find a sense of being grounded. I am, who I am, a creation of the Almighty first of all. Unique and not common.
Not without flaws, but with great purpose.
What I love can perhaps be found in my “collections”, that have actually been packed up and taken with me every time I moved.
Here’s a short list:
heart-shaped rocks – somehow erosion and unknown forces carve a piece of stone into the symbol for love
pine cones and shells – huge symmetry and design on a small, earthly scale
feathers – a piece of a winged-one’s wardrobe fluttered to earth to be captured by this admirer
What collections do you own? Or what are your favorites?
Some of mine are … the sound of rushing water
… the subtle smile on a dog’s face
… an “ordinary”, amazing sunset
This isn’t my complete list of collections and faves, by far. But I wanted to share my lists with you, to start you thinking about what you love.
How do they describe the original and one-and-only YOU?
Leave a comment and tell me your list of three favorites or your collections. I’m excited to hear about who you are.
Lots of hugs, Ruby