I’m moving! Always an interesting process. Our first major move was from Nova Scotia to Vancouver Island. Needless to say, when you’re paying $1/lb to ship your belongings, it certainly makes you reconsider how much ‘stuff’ you really want to keep. We didn’t keep much
I actually love the cathartic process of moving – of sorting through my stuff and being absolutely ruthless about what is and is not important. On the other side of the coin, when you go through all of your belongings you invariably find things you’ve held onto over the years for sentimental reasons. I’m always amazed that no matter how much time passes, these things still have meaning for me – although, often the meaning it has changes over time.
As I was sifting through my papers over the weekend I came across one file folder marked ‘Trish – Personal’ that I hadn’t seen since I packed it in Nova Scotia more than 5 years ago. As I went through it I was amazed at the beautiful wisdom I’ve held onto over the years. I’ll be sharing these with you over the coming weeks and will entitle them “From Trish’s Archives” so you’ll know that’s where they’re from.
“The Box” was an email I received from John White in Newfoundland in 2002. Interestingly, I don’t even remember a John White, but I distinctly remember this story. I remember it because it brought me to my knees as I realized that it was describing me, and not in a good way! I was horrified when I read it. At the time I had serious OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) tendencies and I, too, would have freaked if my daughter had done this – only to have been crushed when I found out why. What I find really interesting, however, is that when I read it this time all I could see was how beautiful it was. I still sobbed when I read it, but this time the tears were from a place of joy and truly understanding the nature of this gift, versus being horrified at seeing myself in the story. Who says people can’t change?
THE BOX
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas Tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and said, “This is for you Momma.”
The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over-reaction, but her anger flared again when she found the box was empty. She spoke to the little girl in a harsh manner, “Don’t you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?”
The little girl looked up at her with tears in her eyes and said, “Oh, Momma, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full.” The mother was so crushed, she fell to her knees and put her arms around her little girl and begged her to forgive her for her unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems, she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who put it there.
In a very real way, each of us, as human beings, have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family and/or friends. There is no more precious a possession anyone could hold. Friends are like angels who lift you to your feet when your wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
Author Unknown.
Enjoying the Journey! ~Trish




