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safekeeping.

not everything i have in this moment belongs to me. some of it i am holding in trust; i have it now but only for safekeeping. i know what’s mine hasn’t always been with me, and much of it is still on its way. someone else kept it safe for me until the time was right that it should come home, where it belongs.

this is why we must be gentle as we tend our belongings. we must love what’s in our life now. because we don’t know how long it stays with us, and we want to send it on its way in good condition, if not better than we found it.

have you ever received someone or something and ached for how rough or how poorly it was handled? it’s not nice; though we can do our best to rehabilitate old leather, dry wood and bruised hearts. there are ways for that. healing can be art.

a lot of us pass through this life, worse for the wear. but it doesn’t always have to be this way. we can be careful. we can be kind. we can be honored guests, custodians and stewards. we can let compassion take root. it sometimes requires a bit of slower living. but what were we rushing towards, anyway?