I admit it I have a fetish for clutch purses; the grand old fashioned kind, with great big clasps that really pinch your skin when you accidentally snap your hand in them.
Where did this come from? Today I was thinking about how we are shaped by the people in our lives. I was thinking back to when I was very young on the island of Kythera. It was a trip I took with my father before my third birthday.
The trip was intended to be a farewell to my grandmother whom we had learned was quite ill.
She surprised us all by experiencing an immediate recovery upon hearing of our arrival.
My entire stay was spent with my grandmother who was a widow and her two widowed friends, my three crones all dressed in black sporting, you guessed it black clutch purses.
Although I was very young on that visit, I have fond memories of being completely loved and cared for by these women.
It is such a blessing to receive the unconditional love and patience of an older generation. I remember walking ever so slowly with them through the village, and listening to them talk in an unhurried way. I remember them patiently trying to comb through my knotted hair and keep me from running into the sea when the weather was too cold. They seemed to have all the time in the world for me, and I loved them for it.
Will our lives ever move that slowly again? This was a generation that had no experience of technology and the speed it creates. Working with technology becomes an addiction to speed. We can talk to multiple people, across the globe all at the same time. Truly exciting but no replacement for someone intently listening to you, holding your hand and gazing into your eyes as if just for a moment you were the most precious thing in the world.
Brought tears to my eyes, will our children ever be able to experience same genuine, unhurried life that we were a part of someday?Like(0) REPLY
I think it's time for a new clutch ... and a deep breath.Like(0) REPLY