Livin in the past.

There is an envelope i've carried with me, through the years and various moves to boxes and rooms in different homes...

In this envelope there are notes, many wonderful, small and generous letters.

They are the answer to the questions we were once asked - a long time ago when we were kids... and life was a simplicity we never appreciated.

Where is my treasure?

 They are wrapped. Embraced. Secured. In an envelope worn and torn by age and travel. But safe because they are so beloved.

They are the words that remind me of a person i sometimes have forgotten to be kind to... someone i have neglected and sometimes abandoned. Someone who lives in the handwriting of others. The well wishes, the kind words. Love and light and memories soundtracked by laughter.

Every so often in the messy days and exhausted nights- i come across a shimmer of these notes, these magical little moments suspended in time. And i am reminded of how lucky i have been, to have known what i know, to have seen what i have seen... and in it all to have shared this life, with so many amazing people.

I live in a past that i have loved... i live in the people that i have loved, and they in me.

Across a moment, and into infinity.

These are my treasures.