My invisible backpack carries all the memories of the past and dreams of the future.
It holds the growth that is not linear but almost maddening. There are secret pockets on the inside, full of sunshine and quiet moments too.
The outside design, I imagine to be a pattern similar to a patchwork quilt, mismatched fabrics that are bright and colorful, and seamlessly belong together.
Packed in tightly around the metaphors of emotions and heartfelt inspirations, are my journals and sketchbooks. Photographs of my children and dogs sit next to my collections of rocks and crystals. And close to the top, are small bags filled with pencils, markers, and paints.
I feel most excited about the fun stuff! I wish to offload some of the heaviness, even if it is just a little to make more space for creativity and new collections.
I dream that my backpack would be large enough to house my favorite books, poems, and movies!
In the side pockets there are treats tucked in safely for a rainy day. Among them would be chocolate candy, cinnamon gum, my favorite protein bars, and something salty and crunchy!
When I take the time to take inventory, I pause and feel gratitude for all of it. Taking a moment to release the things that I no longer need, letting them go with grace and love.
Sliding down in my comfy space I reach for the journal and my favorite pen to write some thoughtful words and a pencil to sketch the emotions. Here I notice the softness in my heart and the smile on my face.
My backpack is not just a holder of things that are special to me, it is the metaphor for all that I carry with me, past, present, and future. All the pieces that create me like the design on the outside, maybe mismatched and imperfect, but perfectly me.
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