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Content Tokens
These tokens tell the story of my now life…
Is there a difference between a new life and a now life? There is when we make it so. I used to keep a coin or two from every trip to a new land with a new currency. Fun. A handful of collector’s items, tucked away in a little glass box on my desktop. That was when I had a desk… several lifetimes ago.
The blue glass box, with its etched feathers, sat atop each one. It traveled with me. Easier to move than the desks. As was the hand-blown blue glass dream catcher, feathered to match.
Each new life sported a new desk. Smaller and smaller they became, until the last actual owned desk, a lovely cherry laptop stand on casters, from Levenger. Writers know the one.
Desks, and the stories they told, traveled with me until that day… that series of changeful days…when one world was too much with me. Then another beckoned, with more than a passing wave.
Last spring, on the Kerry coast, my desk was a smallish eating table. Cozily ensconced dead center within a glass-enclosed patio, it and I faced only the sea. Hares abound in that surround, as do sheep and cattle. Windy, misty weathers turned my glass fortress into a cave, high above the crashing waves. Even the gulls flew beneath us, as we strove to fathom new life, loved for its moments of now that were then.
