Years ago I would have considered (not at the time, but in hindsight) myself a bit of a hoarder. More recently, it’s been easier to let go of “things” than it used to be. Part of that may have come with age…… but I’m only 28 so I’m not all that wise. I think a lot of it came with an abundance of change in my life; what really matters to me has shifted. My relationships (with myself and others) are deeper. I trust (myself and others) now more than I ever have. I no longer find myself needing “things” to remind me of who I am and who matters to me. With that being said, there are a few items that I carry with me around the world – pieces of home. Some people may think of them as mememtos, jujus, keepsakes. I haven’t attached a name to the pieces that I carry because each is very separate. I carry them and they carry intentions and purposes that guide me in different ways.
My Guardian Angel
Before our trip through Asia, my Grandparents had given me a small gold angel pin for protection and safety. It stayed attached to my backpack for 8 months through Asia and years after that on whatever bag/purse I toted with me wherever I went. However, one day I noticed it was missing from my purse. I told my Nanna that I was so sad I had lost it and so before this trip she gifted me with a new one and in her proper British accent said “Now don’t lose this one!”. Some of my angels have names and some don’t. And with or without this pin I know they are looking out for me. The pin is a reminder to pause every once in a while and acknowledge them.
The typical Canadian flag
I’m Canadian and I’m proud of it! So of course I have a Canada flag pinned to my pack at all times. It’s tradition, eh?
Remembrance Day pin
Remembrance day is quickly approaching. November 11th is a day that we reflect on all of the sacrifices people have made for us to be here, right now. I carry this pin to show my respect for the wars that have been fought and the wars that are still being fought in hopes that maybe some day…. one day…. we can find peace.
A dear friend of mine, my soul sister actually, bought me some mala beads while she was on her honeymoon. Ever since they were gifted to me, these beads have signified friendship. I have so many beautiful friends back home and when I wear these beads or meditate with them, I can feel the support and love of all my friends no matter how far the distance may be between us.
I’m fortunate enough to know a woman with an energy like no other. She made me a beautiful necklace with crystals and beads to perfectly support me in who I am and what I do. This necklace ignites all of my super powers and I wear it when I need something extra to help me through my day. Among many other things Jodi is a reiki master, a yoga teacher, a spiritual medium and a gifted jewelry maker. I recommend you connect with her in any way you can. She will make your heart very happy.
My journal and it’s notes
I carry a journal. I would like to write in it every day, but I don’t. In that journal I write my most intimate thoughts. It has great weight and is very sacred to me. This is why it is within that journal I carry two very important notes:
~ A letter from my Nanna and Grandad – My Grandad was a very wise man. He was strong and also soft. He wrote me this card once with words that spoke such great advice I have carried it with me ever since. It says:
Rebecca!! Follow your dreams – very carefully! Listen to your heart but act with your brain. In a company, not all flatterers are sincere, Beware of the insisting one. Enjoy your adventure fully and return home safely without regrets.
~ Bugsy – a couple of weeks before we got married and flew away, our dear Bugsy passed away. Yep, I’m a cat lady. And I loved this cat almost as much as he loved me. I have had pets before but never one with the connection like I had with this grey furball. Sometimes I’m surprised his huge heart fit into that tiny little body. I was fortunate enough to have him in my life for 5 wonderful years before he was taken too soon. I miss him dearly. But he has become one of my angels. In my journal I carry a photo of him as well as a poem that someone gave me after his passing. This scar on my heart is still mending and having this piece of him with me helps, a little.
I believe that’s it. A few pins, a couple of necklaces and some notes that I cherish.
If you were to leave everything behind and carry your world in a backpack, what would be the most important things you would take with you? What are the pieces of home you couldn’t live without?