Walking into a thrift store is always inspiring for those adventurous at heart. Curiosities beacon us in to a world of unexpected treasures. I recently experienced this on my quest for small bottles and jars to paint; my latest artistic stress release.

I gingerly inspected each piece and marveled at the simplicity and abundance this little shop embraced. I made a few purchases and then decided to browse through the back room. As my eyes scanned the shelves with the precision of a archeologist, I saw it!

A small statue of a rabbit was sitting confidently on the shelf. I recognized it immediately. My mother had two similar rabbits and they were a staple at every Easter celebration since my early years. I had never seen one ‘in the wild!’

This example of Nepoware had survived fifty years without a scratch or blemish. Who had been its owner? How far had it traveled? What celebrations had it witnessed? Had it been adored as my mother’s rabbits still are?  I knew I had to buy it. It was waiting for me and I guess I had been waiting for it. Childhood memories of hunting for eggs with siblings and cousins were brought to me from this little rabbit and for that I am most grateful. I realized that possessions provide stability. I moved often growing up. Each house and new city was scary and sometimes unsettling. But by having familiar objects and traditions, I was soothed. Every year the rabbits would appear and I would feel comfort and love.

Memories are often held safely in the items we keep. Our homes are filled with things- t hings that are unique and precious. Our emotions wrap around each piece enveloping our thoughts of times long ago. May your day be filled with memories old and new!