'The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightning and winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not.' -The Upanishads.

Monday, October 22, 2012

I'm a believer ...

I've been lusting after some of the leather amulets I've been seeing on necklaces on Etsy.  You can see some of them at Quisnam, Desert Talismans, Stregata, Infinity Stop and other shops.  I've gone through my closet (and Dave's), a couple of thrift shops, even tried to talk someone out of a well-worn wallet, but no luck finding the perfect piece of old leather to become my personal amulet.  When I tried to envision what it would look like, what I saw in my mind's eye was a Moroccan coin purse that I had bought at a head shop when I was in college, carried in my jeans pocket over many years and across several states.  I could not remember when or where I had seen it last, but I couldn't get it out of my mind.  The rust colored goat skin.  The stamped design in gold.  Opened and closed a thousand times.  I'm talking the sixties here, folks.  I hadn't seen it in like, thirty years or more.

In anticipation of selling our house and moving south, we were going through some boxes the other day. One was filled with stuff my daughter had left behind when she went off to college years ago.  A old jewelry box.  Pens and pencils.  Pay stubs from an after school job.  Her high school stash box.  And at the bottom - you guessed it - the little worn Moroccan coin purse.

Sometimes you can call things to you.  Important things like friendship.  Like love.  And small things that have little or no value except to make you a believer.

And a couple of new listings on Etsy:

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