a few treasured items

Three more bags dropped off today. Without any grasping at what was in them. Each item donated feels like its part in my life has been well over. I go through each item in this apartment. Struggling to find anything worth holding onto. My olive green jewelry box, my sheep slippers, a few books, my journal, my bag of paint supplies - I’m keeping all of these things. I’m mildly attached to my pots and pants, and a certain clay mug I bought at the farmer’s market two years ago. A bowl with a blue and white Chinese design. The plant that blossoms and grows each day - I’d like to keep that. As well as a few items of clothing and an old blue cap. I realize we enter this world with nothing, and leave this world with nothing, and to have a few treasured items in between is a gift. But we don’t need much. Life is simpler without.