Thoughts From the Coffee Table: I’ve lost my owner. How will she/he make it through the day without me?
When I was very young I used to steal my mom’s silk slips and carry them around with me, pressed against my cheek while I sucked my thumb. Needless to say, my mother didn’t find this amusing when she had friends over.
I felt solace in the material. It was soothing. A layer of protection from anything that frightened me or caused me stress.
I have a friend who carries a beautiful set of amber worry beads, and another who carries a silver dollar from his father, so worn from being caressed as to have no recognizable coin features. Each of these items soothe the souls of my friends.
I spent my early career in a state of frenzied activity, feeling stress at times so severe that I thought I was having a heart attack in my early 30’s.
Meditation now is my silk slip, and my friends have found their solace in another form of self-soothing. Is it any correlation that we are all older and perhaps somewhat wiser?
I found this toy, lost and lonely, while on a walk. Does the child miss it? Long for it? Need it?
As we grow we walk away from childish things. But who defines this?
Professional life is tough, and takes a toll. Unless we armor ourselves with ways to achieve inner peace.