Nothing says “lovely, breezy summer day” like laundry fluttering out on the line. Iced over clothespins might seem pathetic, but they are also a reminder that the seasons can be counted on to change, and that we can trust that while our clothespins might seem pointless now, their time will come back around.
What do you treasure for its past and for its possibilities?
My musical instruments (recorders, piccolo, harmonicas, and keyboard), sheet music, baton, and all of my other belongings that have to do with producing music. Music was once the central part of my life, giving me joy, meaning, an avenue to express myself, and so much more. I’m unable to play anything right now. I’ve given away everything I know beyond doubt I’ll never be able to play again because I believe strongly that instruments are meant to be played. However, there’s still a haunting possibility that my hand will recover enough for me to play one of the above.
My comment also refers to music, as does Martin’s. I learned to play the piano at an early age and during time, I have studied more. Now I use what I learned in order to be the chief pianist for our small UU fellowship. What is the greatest treasure related to this is the fact that an early teacher, who was actually instructing us in classical music , knew that we really wanted to play modern songs so she purchased the sheet music, gave us the melody line and then taught us guitar chords and progressions so that we could accompany ourselves with greater ease. I use this technique to accompany hymns and other intervening music at Sunday services; without this technique I would be lost and not able to maintain the rhythm and give them something to sing by with at least some success. From the past comes a gift.