It's been sitting around the house.
I didn't want to look at it. It has YOUR name on it. You're gone. Why the hell is there a present with your name on it? And sacred heart gift wrap with a big red bow. Isn't sacred heart gift wrap a bit creepy? Who sells this stuff? Made in China, ha, ha.
I am cleaning up, though. I don't need the clutter any more as a deterrent. I don't need armor. The military is all quacked out that the apps are making lovely maps of bases when people turn on "location" on their phones to get rewards for exercising. Well, duh. Of course it's tracking them and adding it to a data base and then it's for sale. We are all little data points for sale to the highest bidder, happily playing games and looking at the information fed to us by our small clever weapons of mass consumistruction.
Christmas is over. It's January.
Ok, fine.
It is real ribbon and a real bow, tied by hand. Sacred heart or not, the paper is nice. Careful wrapping.
A box, square, twelve inches on a side. I shake it gently. It is light. And heavy too.... the weight of feelings. I read today that that Feeling, as opposed to Thinking, could be called the Valuing function. That is, the feeling function is not about emotions or shallow emotions. The Feeling function is about the deep and core and sacred values for each person. That changes things.
I flatten and fold the paper. Saving it. For what? I open the box.
It holds a wish. It's your wish. Now it's my wish. I sit quiet, amazed. I never thought to have this wish in my lifetime, and now it's barely been a year. How surprising life is, over and over.
For reQuest 2018: write about opening somebody else's Christmas present.