Sometimes I wax poetic; I can't help myself. I hope you understand. Better yet, perhaps you can help me. These are the simple but hidden thoughts, not often brought to the forefront. They ramble around in my brain, in my day to day thoughts. What brought all this on you might ask. It was a small circumstance one would never suspect. Sometimes I think the simple things are here to keep my mind from dwelling on the not so simple things if you know what I mean.
We went to the local fish market on our weekly trip. Beforehand we went to a local meat market but that's another story. We also obtained a small previously owned and loved fountain for our outside entry, but that is also another story. Anyway at the fish market there were Canadian mussels for sale. We haven't had mussels since we left California so I thought I would splurge just a smidgen for old times sake.
The mussels immediately reminded me of a time when Gary and I were dating. One day we harvested mussels on the coast of California and later discovered we were harvesting where we shouldn't have been (this too is another story). Anyway today we had fresh steamed mussels with 'drawn' butter.We briefly luxuriated in heaven for the few tiny and tasty morsels. All was well, that is until I began to look at the patterns in the shells, the colors, the surface, the texture. Small morsels of food steamed and eaten; then so many beautiful shells to discard. Wasn't it a crime if I simply discarded such things of beauty? What to do with them then?
In the past I saved them to use in art or craft, but never did. Months, years later, sad to say they went to the landfill. At least they were biodegradable. What to do this time? Should I save them or discard them? Seems a simple thing, I should save them, I might find a use for them. But then Gary will once again be wondering, when he discovers them in a plastic bag under the sink, why I am saving these. What should I do?
I hate to throw them away but I also realize I only have so much time. I never seem to get to all the projects I have such good intentions of getting to with all the saved and found objects stored here and there around the house. Behind this cabinet, under the bed, in a box, up on shelf, they are starting to collect once again. Are you starting to get the picture? I am a bit of a pack rat, a saver of things for a rainy day. I wonder about things discarded, such beauty discarded every day. After all there might be a pearl yet to be discovered. How about you, do you find it easy to discard things of beauty? Thanks for reading and for all your comments.