The Patchwork of an Unfolding Story

Although the room does not look organized, it is.
Although it looks like a mix of this and that, it tells the story of a life and a family.
In one room.
My eyes move from one spot to another.
A smile forms and so does a tear.
The shaman drum. I remember the circle at the cliff in Big Sur.
The journey to the other side.
The collection of hunting knives in a glass case. Not mine but rather my dad’s. I recall him buying each one. The Bowie knife. The bayonet one. He told me the history of each one. It was now 50 years later.
The photos of a family. Kids, grandkids, at parties, alone, together. A patchwork that tells an unfolding story.
Some books that have travelled with us throughout time….Hero with a Thousand Faces. The Legend of King Arthur. The Tao Te Ching. The Essential Rumi. What a wonderful mixture of journeys, impressions, poetry and inspiration.
The room is alive with a thousand adventures.
You can feel it breathing.
The beach house.
The motorcycles.
The cowboy hats.
The saddle.
The antique typewriter.
The wall hanging that says: Rocket Rentals Hire Co. Horseless Carriages for Hire. No Fodder Bill. A Modern Company.
Modern. What is modern? What is antique?
This room is timeless. It is a space capsule.
A time machine.
A mosaic of a family journey.
Ageless.
Enter the room and walk through the corridors of your life. Nothing is gone. It is just patiently waiting for you.
The ageless experiment.