Possessions. Holding on to what you have. Things. I carried a rock in my
pocket for the last 25 years. A Petosky stone, found only in Petosky,
Michigan, along the shore of Lake Michigan. I picked it up the summer of
1971. My wife and I were just married and working in Traverse City as
camp counselors. It sat in a box for years until I stuck it in my pocket
one day. Why? Maybe to remember the times. Maybe for good luck. A
talisman never hurts. Forty-three years that rock spent with me. I LOST IT THE OTHER DAY. Like any possession, it can hurt if you are holding on to it too tightly.
Everything is temporary. It comes and it goes. You have to let it go. It's not yours. It was a pre-Christmas lesson. LEARN TO LET GO.
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