Been thinking - lately - about the 'things' we don't see.
The subtle...the invisible...the unconscious placements and compositions of'things'.

The color. The light. The sound. The feel. The taste.
The tiny details that are otherwise un-noticed...that go un-examined...that pass us by.

Been thinking a lot about what it is we choose to keep...and what it is we quickly toss away.

Been thinking about the stories we make out of the 'things' that fills our closets...our shelves...our walls...our lives. Is what we own - meaning FULL....or is it LESS?
Who would we be without? Who are we with?

Been thinking a lot about legacy and conections and all that those 'things' create.

Been thinking about all that remains...and all that's been left behind.

Been thinking about my mother. And...who she was. And...how she lived and...all that she loved.

Been thinking about the stories she's shared...and the many more stories that are still waiting and wanting to be aired.

Been thinking - lately - about all she didn't see.
And...I've been thinking - lately - about all that she did.