tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post5575431494302186813..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: The Things I CarryElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78733168744203624852014-06-03T22:11:27.245-07:002014-06-03T22:11:27.245-07:00I carry a tiny ivory Buddha, smiling and with a ni...I carry a tiny ivory Buddha, smiling and with a nice round tummy. He is about the size of my thumbnail and I have had him since I was a teen (a LONG time). His tummy is very shiny because it is nice to rub. He is beautiful and brings me peace.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18139010771809587987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-20632243862175218862014-06-03T09:43:05.240-07:002014-06-03T09:43:05.240-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Radish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-10645529359471042412014-06-03T09:19:19.571-07:002014-06-03T09:19:19.571-07:00The engraved key chain I gave my dad 25 years ago....The engraved key chain I gave my dad 25 years ago. His wife gave it to me when he died and I find myself playing with it subconsciously whenever I'm anxiously talking to someone I don't want to.kariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-50130361083118412482014-06-03T08:29:51.549-07:002014-06-03T08:29:51.549-07:00Jesus. Nothing nearly so talismanic. Burt's Be...Jesus. Nothing nearly so talismanic. Burt's Bees chapstick and my driver's license in case I get ID'd. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78301589847195868502014-06-03T03:05:40.905-07:002014-06-03T03:05:40.905-07:00This made me cry. The memories you carry with you....This made me cry. The memories you carry with you.<br /><br />In my bag: a couple of emergency meds in a lovely soft cloth bag a friend made for me, my specs, a pencil with rubber for emergency sudiko while waiting anyhwere (usually medical appointments), a key ring with a smooth wooden cone, a very old nokia cell phone I use as a torch, a small leather folder with seven passport photographs of my daughter aged 7 - 20, and an out of date metal ID card from the years I worked in a beautiful tropical impoverished African country.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-43748567495662086542014-06-02T23:06:06.268-07:002014-06-02T23:06:06.268-07:00I carry an antique key given to me by my high scho...I carry an antique key given to me by my high school girlfriend (!) more than 30 years ago. I carry it every day, on my key ring.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-8677721480942924572014-06-02T21:45:28.376-07:002014-06-02T21:45:28.376-07:00oops, forgot this one...2! FREE, yes FREE coupons ...oops, forgot this one...2! FREE, yes FREE coupons for a Mrs. Paul's fish product (not that I would ever eat one)valued at $6.99 EACH and they don't even sell Mrs. Paul's in the state of Oregon...gawd!livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-71537726435362366042014-06-02T21:31:11.048-07:002014-06-02T21:31:11.048-07:00Four tubes of lipstick, because I can never find t...Four tubes of lipstick, because I can never find the right one. A tiny, tiny notebook in which I write the things that will make me rich and famous - note, it's tiny. A medal of St. Dympha (patron saint of the mentally ill) and a medal of St. George slaying the dragon. A silver engraved cigarette case that holdes my foodstamp card. A note from my daughter, when she was little that says "you can do it!"...god, I hope I did it. And the ripped off end of the haircolor box so I can remember the number of the one that works best.<br />Oh yeah, and a band aide...just in case.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-29758616627090383622014-06-02T18:48:27.850-07:002014-06-02T18:48:27.850-07:00In my wallet I carry an Italian Lire bill from my ...In my wallet I carry an Italian Lire bill from my first trip to Italy with my brother, a St. Ignatius of Loyola prayer card I received my Freshman year at Loyola, pictures of my Great-Grandparents, my wife, and my son. I also have a picture of my best friend Byron, who died at the age of 30 from Leukemia, some hair from Nick's first haircut, and a small prayer card an Indian monk gave me on one of my trips to India to keep me safe whenever I travel. I just realized that as a fairly lapsed Catholic, I carry a lot of religious stuff around with me, and I also wear a small black coral cross I bought the first day I moved to Belize, but I think they're all good luck charms to me, rather than religious symbols. Or maybe I'm just covering all my bases in case all the shit I did when I was younger comes back to haunt me.Mike UChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08370411466328441875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-48330349554113129652014-06-02T17:29:00.240-07:002014-06-02T17:29:00.240-07:00My magical red fountain pen, a lipstick which is d...My magical red fountain pen, a lipstick which is decades old, a check from my dear and deceased father-in-law made out to me for a million dollars, a poem Jessie wrote a long time ago. Pesos. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com