Skip to main content

We Collect Things


We collect things

Kidding around recently, my husband stood in front of me with his workboots on.  He newly had shined them. He stated, “Other men have their antique car collection. Some men collect motorcycles. Me, its shoes.” The shoes he was wearing ready to go for a six mile walk, he’d had them at least for a good two decades and had them resoled just this past year.

I’m not a things person. I’m too busy and too poor to collect things. Around the house I wear clothing with holes in them.  When I go for my daily run, I wear layers because there are holes in the clothing. If it’s under fifty-five degrees outside, I wear some glove or something at least in the beginning of my run on my hands. Sometimes my running gloves have holes in them. Sometimes my gloves are one dollar cotton gardening gloves.  And in the winter, quite often I wear an old pair of socks on my hands when I go running. I’m not cheap, it just feels good.  And besides I’ve made myself so NOT picky, that if I lose a glove there is barely fretting on my behalf over the possible loss.  I also have found when I don’t fret too much over losing an item. That it then mysteriously or miraculously returns at some point and time. And when it does, it’s like the Prodigal Son.

If a Prodigal Son returns, metaphorically most of us would be filled with joy.  I have to say, when my glove or sock or earring return. Well, I’m filled with joy.  The discomfort of losing is gone. I value what I’ve had. And I value what I have. Pretty much no matter what it may be or not be. Likewise, I see people with tons of things. Overloaded with cars, appliances, constantly having something in their homes expanded, added, done. None of it being my cup of tea.

I see it, as when I leave this place in the vessel, I’m currently in. That there will be no pockets. My spirit moves into a space of something or nothing.  But what I have here now is temporary. Knowing that this life will quickly leave me, in time shorter than my spirit is old. I will not leave a ton of a pile of things I thought were of value. For someone will have to clean it up. It may be painstaking for them. I must consider that.

Since I’ve been close enough to death, throughout my life. Not just watching others. Yet, being in the realm of nearly gone from being here in human form. I recon with the struggle of others. Not wanting to disturb their peace too long after I’ve left. I’m in that approximate seven percent that know they are going to die. The rest of the population has been recorded as considering death. Yet, not living in that knowing. I know to most reading this, one would like to think otherwise.  However, I know that those stats are mostly true.

That ninety-three percent approximately don’t believe they are going to die. And I know that stat is about right. I’ve known enough people. Watched people not only as how they treat others. Yet, they think nothing they’ve ever done is wrong. Let alone their accumulations. I have clients who are older and they tell me when you reach a certain age you no longer buy a young puppy or kitten.

One client in particular told me a sad story about someone not doing that. She adopted this man’s young dog. The man had lost his wife and  was forced to move far away. And to a place they would not accept his well-behaved dog. Upon this I met this dog in the adopted home he resides in. If you could imagine a perfect dog. Well, I found him. I asked the now owner, “Was he this good when you first got him?” She nodded, ‘Yes’. Each time I’ve seen him, I see his loss. Yes, he has pet friends, he is well taken care of.  But I feel his loss. It hit me deep the day I walked into his Master’s home, and still does.---Jody-Lynn Reicher

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Completion of Humanness

Completion of Humanness As we arrive to the completion of the first year without Norman, I had decided long before he'd passed that I would continue to do things certain things he liked yet could no longer do. I decided I would not take a day off of fitness.  I would run at least for 500 days in a row. I began that in early 2020.  I'd not be concerned with the distance I'd run. It was the very thing I convinced Norman and the thing that mattered to him, from the very first discussion we had August 11th, 1981, was fitness. I loved that he was a College Boy. He loved that I was a Marine. We tickled each other's soul with such admirations. Later fitness continued as an old discussion from 1994 ...getting outside and to run no matter what. I would say to him, "Run 200 meters, then 400 meters. If it doesn't feel good, stop. Turn around and walk back home and know you did your best. That is all you can ask of yourself." I said this,  knowing he would get dow

Reicher's 2021 Holiday Letter

  11/23/2021... The Reicher Holiday Letter... Yes, finally I'm on time...LOL. As the late November wind whips and the delayed leaves fall to the ground in our neighborhood, I await the first sign of snow. I stand outside, begin a run, do outside chores, bring in the mail and sniff the air for the smell of snow. Yes, humans can smell snow. Just like a spring rain approaching. It is awaiting to provide a cleansing of the dreams that need to be refreshed or re-routed. It’s all how you look at it. Really. Oh, the word ‘really’.   Per a few grammar writing geeks. A good writer is not supposed to use the word, ‘really’. I’ll say it again. Really? There is another word I discovered this year, not supposed to be used in writing by writers. I cannot at this moment remember what word that may be.   But I’m sure, it’ll arrive in my mind as I write this Holiday letter to you all. A reading audience. Where to begin this 2021 Reicher Holiday Letter? I’ll start with our smallest resident. T

Owed to a Valentine

What is Love? It's not owed. It's sometimes placated to or for or with. It remains quiet in storms, so that a bit of peace cannot be shattered. It may be that the insides of the other are fought against with it's own ego. In Love, true Love, ego is placed aside, because it's about we. It's about us... All of us. Us in all our entirety. We step back, gathering the view of possibilities.  It's as if we stand atop a mountain seeing the ridges having no end only to meet the sea of sky. That's Love. The willingness to gather all sorrows, all thoughts, all creation and say, "Wow!"  Wow, with glee. At that point, nothing else matters. After a loss of someone whom you loved. As well, if they were part of the essence of your living space, there will be things discovered.  More quiet, less grappling with decisions,  because perhaps they are all yours now. More doing, because in a full Love relationship you share 'stuff'. Stuff like chores. If yo