This tiny two inch by three inch plaque was purchased by me in 1973. I gifted it to my great great Aunt Helen. When she died, my mom got her possessions, and I was given this dear tchotchke back.
When I look at it, I feel like I am eleven again–not a care in the world, but to select a fitting gift for the most important person in my world. Giving from the heart, and being authentically in love with giving is paramount to me. A kind word, quick text, or a note by snail mail can bring such joy. Not to mention, now, I am the Aunt.
This inexpensive little trinket meant so much to her, but means much more to me after all these years.
This past year has taught us how vulnerable we are as a people. It made us question our mortality and hopefully cherish the small stuff.
#tchotchkes #reflect #love #give
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Beautiful. Insightful. Wise.
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