How are your boxes doing? You know, the boxes you have packed away. Some of them everyone knows about but some of them even you don’t admit exist. Compartmentalizing. The way you deal with life. This small box way in the back, in the dark, we con’t talk about. It’s heavy and scary. You think of it from time to time but just fleetingly. Then those other boxes…they’re from situations and events of every day life. Ah yes, I remember this day or that day. It’s funny the memories associated with certian days. Like the day I got married for the second time. Yes I remember what we wore, where we were, the feeling of overwhelming love. But the first thing, always, that comes to mind is the leaves waving outside the floor length windows of the courthouse. An April day, bright and clear and windy, so windy that the big oaks outside the windows were cheering us. Those trees, I’m convinced now, knew what we had been through and what we would go through. Trees are smart and etherical creatures. But I digress. This little box explodes with the best of life and the worst. The very best and the very worst. Life moves on and you move forward by rotating the boxes. Wake up, put your feet on the floor and thank the universe you have another day, another box. Is it going to be more for a box you already have or a brand new box wrapped with a bow that makes you as excited as a birthday present? Maybe it’s time to unpack some of these boxes, throw out what no longer serves me and make room for new boxes with new stuff. Or better yet, maybe just throw away the boxes. Save a few really special ones but just get rid of the baggage of the old, faded, tired ones. It seems I’ve spent a lifetime gathering boxes but now I have the urge to purge. The boxes, the memories, the feelings. I crave empty space and stillness and love. Love is always the answer and I’m sure I’ve got some in a box around here somewhere.