it meant something
11/29/2010 01:36 a.m.
A couple of weeks ago, I spotted a purple beaded snowflake (about the size of a half dollar) on my living room floor. I kinda cocked my head sideways, giving it this strange look (like my Squire does to the floor when he hears some critter underneath the house) ~ then I picked it up and placed it on the edge of my coffee table.

Occasionally, I would mull over its existence as I passed by the table....often times I would actually forget it was even there until I sat down to watch a movie. I knew that it meant something. I had bought it for a reason, but had not seen it in months. It was quite a mystery to me.

Well, this past weekend....I occured to me what it was for and even how it came about to occupy my living room floor. Of course the big question was ~ WHY?

WHY this of all weeks...since it was a major anniversary of sorts.

WHY do I even still have it...having removed everything else that went with it.

WHY....just why.

Why ~ because it meant something. Not just the snowflake, but all of it. It meant something. I had me an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind moment. And that was ok.

So I sat there on the couch staring at that snowflake for at least an hour. Remembering WHY at two different times in my life I allowed myself to fall in love with this man.

That snowflake is still perched on the end of my coffee table. As I assume, it will be until I simply decide to discard it or tuck it away for safe keeping.

Until then...
I am currently Calm
I am listening to my thoughts