The idea of renouncing all worldly goods and seeking detachment from material things doesn't appeal to me.  Walking through the world with nothing but a saffron robe and an empty rice bowl is for MUCH more highly evolved beings than me.

I like stuff.

I like the feel of things - objects that have weight and texture, substance and permanence.  I like the leftover to hold on to, after the experience. 
My drawers are filled with bits of this and that, amassed from here and there - souvenirs, gifts, reminders, and markers of places visited and things done.  To me, half the fun of the trip is the stuff I come home with. 

Perhaps, I seek to balance the ephemeral nature of singing.  For once a note or a phrase is sung, it's essence of mere vibration spirals out and away into the ether, fading to eventual nothingness.  Gone.  Nothing remains, save the memory in the hearer's ear.   

But then again, maybe I just like stuff. 

It's no wonder that I'm drawn to stones.  What could be more permanent than stone?  The "stuff" of my earliest days of childhood was all like that, things that helped me learn about nature, about cultures, the things of my world, and things that were out of this world!

Who knew that those things, sharks teeth, Indian beads, arrowheads, along with a special cotton -cushioned box of shiny chunks of pyrite, tiger's eye, and obsidian, collected from family travels, would eventually lead me to creating lovely jewelry out of just such stones!
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