The Empty jars…
I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles.
She told me on a cold Winter morning,
I store my dreams in the old mason jars.
Each one is filled with light and darkness.
Each one filled with leaves, letters or flowers.
Each one holding a memory.
I will need to hold one day again.
She organized the old empty whiskey bottles.
She filled them with the sand from the Pacific.
She stared at them and she told me.
The whiskey bottles are leftover memories,
I cannot forget. I put sand into them to remind me.
I had befriended the sea and we have drank too much whiskey.
She talks to the ravens and she whispered secret to them and the quiet night.
She adored the singing owls and the owls whisper to her. Tales of miracles.
She told me tonight.
No death tonight the owl told me.
it is time to escape into the night and find the sea.
Create more memories for my mason jars..
Dancing Coyote
I really love this one. It spoke to me.
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Thank you dear Kaci for reading and the comment. A mason jar, could keep our small items and memories safe.
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I have been discussing the light and the dark in therapy, trying to keep them balanced. Maybe I need to store it in mason jars?
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I keep everything in the mason jars. Rocks, sand and small items of value. Dear Nicole. Once was a great woman Irena Sendler. She saved 2500 children and she kept their home of record and the children parent names in jars. She buried them till WW2 was over. So they could return home. I liked the used of the mason jars.
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