When I was a child, inside of my Mother’s kitchen was her most valuable possession; her china cabinet. Her china cabinet was full of things that were regularly seen, yet rarely, if ever, touched. She had wine glasses with gold rims, porcelain plates with beautiful designs, and absolutely gorgeous silver spoons, forks, and knives. Even though she never actually used those items, she regularly cleaned them. Why? She cleaned them because they were important to her. As I reflect on my Mother’s china cabinet, I also think about the china cabinet that I carry in my own soul. You see, we all have a china cabinet. This is the place where we keep the most important people in our lives protected, loved, and perfectly preserved. In fact, the china cabinet of our soul is so in dominatable that death is incapable of conquering the memory of those we hold there. Do you know who you hold in the china cabinet of your soul? Is someone holding you in their china cabinet? In a time of social media dominance, I find it sometimes difficult to distinguish what is real from what isn’t. Recently, someone asked me a profound question that literally caused me to lose a little sleep. The question was, if you were to die today, who would be the people you absolutely trust to carry your coffin? That question really stuck with me because my sincerest answer is also the saddest answer; I don’t know. You see, while I may hold some in the china cabinet of my soul like my Mother kept her most valuable possessions, they have demonstrated to me that I am nothing more than a paper plate, a plastic cup, or worse, a napkin. I have felt that I am easily discarded after my use is no longer relevant. What a hell of a way to feel. No living thing should ever feel that way. I have been discarded so many times that I never truly expect people to stay. Yet, I sometimes continue to hold them in the china cabinet of my soul. I have yet to understand why I sometimes do that. I sometimes wish that I could go back to my childhood. I wish that I could tell that young man that he is so much stronger than he believes he is. I wish that I could have compelled him to speak up when he chose to be silent. I wish that I could have bolstered the confidence that he would certainly need as he grew. I wish… There are many things that I have wished for, but my greatest wish has always been for a sense of belonging; a sense of family. In the age of social media dominance, authenticity seems to be a relic of the past. Perhaps my interpretation of the world coupled with my expectations are nothing more than relics of the past. Who knows? As I begin 2022, I am filled with so many questions. Now, I wish it to be known that I am not sad, for that couldn’t be further from the truth. I am simply aware…..Patrick
This week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no reason at all other than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything.