Another overcast day and it just rained. If anyone is noticing a pattern with my preferred weather for writing, it’s because I do gravitate toward the residual peace that a good rain leaves in its wake.
Yesterday, the image of an Etruscan urn caught my eye and made me wonder what the urn had carried in its day. Was it water or wine or perhaps at different times, both? I asked myself, if a potter invested the time and effort to create a vessel painted with beautiful images would he or she want to use it to hold goat’s milk? I wonder. Perhaps, it graced the shelf in the dwelling of a prominent Etruscan chief who merely viewed and admired it himself.
In your life, do you have a beautifully crafted object that holds meaning for you? Like this urn, can you view it and bask in what you perceive as its excellence? Are your hopes and dreams stored inside its confines with just a look? Or, does it serve you in a practical way? Maybe it’s an item that can simply transport your favorite wine to your lips or hold the jewelry that will grace your neck, wrist or fingers.
I think we deserve to own one object that we cherish, admire, or appreciate. Mine is a Victorian era clock. Its patina is a deep cherry. Two black and ornately carved finials on the peak flank the glass door; inside, a round Roman numeral face holds a monogrammed pendulum. I love to hunt for antiques, and I found this clock in a small shop, in a small town and at a reasonable price (from my point of view, of course). The minute I saw it, I knew it was meant for my home, and we are living very happily together.
What is your prized possession?