I don’t know if you have or collect things that appear as an everyday ordinary simple object . . .
but to you they represent a whole lot more . . .
something greater . . .
something much deeper . . .
something with a meaning that reaches your soul . . .
For me, it’s a Pitcher.
And everyday, simple ordinary pitcher.
(as the dictionary tells us) “1: a container for holding and pouring liquids that usually has a lip or spout and a handle.”
For me a pitcher represents so much more.
It represents what I’m holding . . .
how I’m pouring . . .
and if I’m keeping it full.
This is the pitcher I bought for my daughter to put in the nursery for her new daughter. When I first put it in her hands she looked quite puzzled, asking me what she would really do with this old pitcher. I suggested it be carefully placed right on top of the nightstand by the books she would be reading daily to her new born. That way it would be her quiet reminder.
A reminder that she would naturally be pouring forth unconditional love all day long . . .
that she would be pouring forth her knowledge . . .
her time . . .
her creativity . . .
her energy . . .
her happiness . . .
and her sadness.
That sometimes it would pour slowly, almost a drip at a time . . .
and yet other days it will almost spill away.
This old pitcher is the reminder for her to continually fill it up.
Fill it with her own reading time . . .
with a quiet walk . . .
with a trip the gym . . .
with a room full of laughter of other women friends . . .
with being silly . . .
with being creative.
I’ve learned to always keep a pitcher in my room.
To carefully . . .
fill it . . .
one flower . . .
one shared laughter
at a time . . .
until the brim is full.
May you each remember to continually fill your pitcher with whatever brings you joy.
As always my friends, thank you for dropping by, go have a wonderful day.