I'd almost forgotten about the jewelry in my pocket, derailed as I was from my original mission by the hot day and the happy dog pulling me toward the promised land of grocery stores filled with air-conditioning and clerks who give him rubbery treats. I'd almost forgotten how heavy it felt earlier, its combined weight with wallet and roll of poopy bags tugging at the waistline of my pants. But here it is, rediscovered only now as I reach into my pocket to retrieve one of those above-mentioned bags.
"We can't go to the store quite yet, buddy," I murmur as I scoop and cinch Pilot's dooty into a neon green sack. "Let's take the long way. I have something I need to do."
We walk slowly. I look for spaces that call out for adornment and ponder the stories behind these pendants worth telling. Everything has a story. Everything is a story, perhaps even a good one, if told well.
I could turn negativity into poetry if I wanted. Pain into beauty. I could release hundreds of impassioned words onto a commiserating audience and we could all share in the pain of our regrettable pasts. I'm quite good at that. But what good would it do them? Or me?
I say words and phrases to myself in my mind, inspired by the memories of each individual piece of jewelry. Snapped in half and sense of duty and rescue and save and sorry. These words, these stories, they described me, once.
They don't anymore.
This necklace, that pendant... one here, one over there...
Tomorrow new eyes will find them. Regard them with awe and appreciation for the beautiful things they have always been.
They don't need their old words anymore, their old stories. Their old pain.
Neither do I.
He can't hurt me anymore, because he doesn't.
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I love the imagery . Your journey, both physical and emotional, beautifully reminds of memories and present moments. Thanks for sharing this reflective piece!
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Thank you for sharing! Do you leave the jewelry for others to find and take? Take care and have a lovely day!
I did! I left it all in a part of the neighborhood I don't usually walk in, too, so I really sent it on its way.
Just curious if you plan to revisit to see if anyone took them? I hope they do and enjoy them! That was thoughtful of you!🤗💜🌻
😊 I'm just going to let them go into the world to be appreciated by others and not look back. If I happen to see a piece on someone one day, though, it will be a pleasant little hello! But I won't say anything, especially not hey glad you found that it was a gift from my stupid ex boyfriend and boy was he a jerk let me tell you... 😆
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So along with the jewellery you were leaving all the memories attached to your ex 🤔.
Well, the quicker we move on the better
More like all the memories attached to the hard times. Really, though, it wasn't as simple as ditching the gifts. It was more when I realized that I still had all that stuff that I was holding on to stories of pain and suffering that didn't serve me anymore because I had done the hard work to heal. 💓
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This has been a great way to exorcise what was, but ceased to be. Your soul is grateful for it, but also for the beauty of the jewelry that will be the protagonists of other stories... maybe they also needed a saltwater bath.
Hopefully they are crying their own little tears of relief. I think all of them were uniquely hand-crafted, and that energy will shine forth now that my dark clouds have been lifted (and they no longer live in a bottom desk drawer).