Over the years, I have surrounded myself with favorite things, so it is not easy to pick just a few to share with my readers. However, I’ve managed to cull my list. These things are much more than objects because they conjure up memories of people I love and of things I’ve done. I invite you to take a walk with me through my home as I share a few of my favorite things.
Chicken, andouille, and okra gumbo over basmati rice with a slice of spelt bread slathered with real butter is one of my comfort foods. My mother taught me how to make gumbo and a roux and it has always been one of my favorite Cajun dishes. My friend Natalie gave me the recipe for this wonderful bread that is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Yummy. I feel warm and nurtured when I eat this.
I have a lot of crystals in my house but what makes these special is that my brother and I dug them. A few years back, while visiting my bubbee in Hot Springs, Ar., he and I spent an afternoon digging for crystals. We took a big bucket full back to his house. After cleaning them I brought them home with me and have spread them throughout my house.
My artist friend, Joan Kelly, painted this. Back in the mid 90′s I was at her home and she was showing me her new paintings. When I saw this picture it took my breath away. I told her that was me in a former life. I offered to buy the painting but it was not for sale. I knew this picture was of me and it was to be mine but she refused to part with it.
I left it alone and forgot about it. Early one Saturday morning she showed up at my house with the painting, matted and framed. When I opened the door she said, “Here’s your painting. You’re right. It’s yours. It’s been screaming to me to bring it to you. If you still want it the price is $200.00.” It is one of my favorite paintings.
These four objects were all gifts from my children.
My older son, Mike, who is a creative and self-made man, made this W.C. Fields bust when he was in high school. It is 35 years old and I’ve packed and hauled it from place to place, hence the chip on its chin.
My older daughter, Melissa, bought this soup tureen for me about 40 years ago when she was a teenager. Always the giving spirit, she spent her birthday money to buy me this gift.
The dream and relax pieces were a gift from my younger daughter, Marlon. I keep them in my bedroom as a reminder of her thoughtfulness and deeply caring soul.
The cats watching a 3-D movie was a gift from my younger son, Mac, and his wife, Jen. These two, who are extremely generous of heart, knowing how much I loved my cats, saw this picture and gifted me with it.
My altar has a place of honor in my home. It has a statue of Kwan Yin, an amethyst wand, a wizard, one of the crystals I dug, and my cat Sheba’s ashes and paw print. Whenever I have concern for anyone I turn them and my worry loose by placing their picture in front of Kwan Yin, the goddess of mercy.
I remember these glasses and the cup in back from when I was a child. We all drank iced tea from the stemmed glass and the adults had hi-balls in the glass with the bird. I can still see my grandmother sitting in her rocker with this beautiful cup filled with tea.
The cup and saucer in front and the champagne glass are from their 50th wedding anniversary.
I started this collection when Sheba was about ten. The silver cat represents her and the brown one represents a Siamese I had named Yoda. The black ones remind me of Midnight and Menoo, two other cats who are now gone.
Writing this blog and sharing these pictures has made me nostalgic. I feel a tenderness towards those who have helped to create such heartwarming experiences for me. I appreciate the space to share a few of my favorite things with you.
The universe would not be complete without you.
You are important.
Peace and Love, ∞ Brenda