Hope

These are my 'Hope' earrings. They're a 40th birthday gift from my TSC friends and mean a lot to me. I was able to choose them myself so they are very appreciated. I love how they are 'bold, stylish and sleek' although in my language what Links are trying to say is that 'they are a bit nice but not too bling'. 

As they are silver, they cost some money but not so much that they are a ridiculous amount. I am not likely to get mugged for them. However, should anything happen to them I could possibly expire and definitely cry. Lots. It is stupidly sentimental but I love the fact that they are called 'Hope', the positiveness of this. The sense of a good outcome. I thought I lost one of them earlier and the bewilderment and sense of loss I felt was unbearable. It felt like I had literally lost hope. I did find it in the end so panic over but in the meantime it got me thinking about our own attachment to stuff. 

To things, objects, paraphernalia, items, junk, clutter or whatever else you want to call it that we hold on to for various reasons. It can get overwhelming, even 'become' an illness and this organisation is set up to help those with this type of condition.

I have watched the TV programs about the 'crazy' man or 'mad' woman living in a house so packed full of stuff that you have to crawl on your hands and knees to get through the door and not really understand why. How am I different with my own things?

This has got the makings of a good PhD for someone somewhere and certainly something that I find interesting. I believe though that it begins with empathy and compassion. You just don't know what that 'stuff' could mean to someone and why.

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

photos from 'Links' website