I keep reading these pieces that Kirvan is writing on poverty and saying, "Ouch!"
"Either our lives are thing-driven or they are not." Ouch! I am a book-driven woman. I always wished (not really) that I liked numbers more than I liked words; it would be a lot easier to pack up several stacks of your favorite numbers into a box than have to do the same with piles and piles of favorite books (mostly non-fiction, mostly about spirituality and about writing) that I pack up when I move to a new place of ministry.
My sister (who used to be in religious life) is not thing-driven. She does not need the latest of things. Her "things" life is simple and neat. She edifies me. I once knew a Sister who owned a rather large hat box which she filled with everything she owned. That and her Sunday habit were all she needed to take with her to her next "assignment," as we once called them. (Read: saintly . . .)
My Mom was a "save it just in case" person.
Ah, things, things . . .
Blessings on this rainy day . . .
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