Things and things and more things

I have a lot of things in my life, in my house. They've been accumulating for many, many years. I have stuffed animals and keepsakes from when I was a little girl, I have jewelry and clothing that I can't bear to part with from my early college years. I have multiple copies of books that I don't want to give away or sell, and with a little boy in the house, he's accumulated his own little world of possessions.

Frankly, there is a lot of me that is fine with things. We have room, some of the things are very nice, most things are functional. Some are not. Some are things I haven't looked at, or boxes I haven't opened in three moves, or something thats moldered from being in a damp place too long.

So I'm thinning out. I'm passing things on, I'm donating things. Those things... they're in my head, in my heart, they have little souls, just like the people I've known and loved who have gone out of my life or moved on in theirs. And it makes me sad to pass those things away, and send them on, but I have hope that someone else will find love and meaning and warmth and use out of something that I passed to them, or they pluck out of a box at goodwill or the used bookstore.

Because things are things, and though they're nice to have, it's people and connections that matter. But I'm still not getting rid of Caesar. Not quite yet...