Faded Cards, Packets of Lavender

I have a lovely desk,

It is pale blue and something I have owned for more years than I care to remember

Possibly it reminds me of the small wooden desk in the kitchen of the tenement where I was blessed to live for the first 19 years of my life

I never wondered why I had a desk, complete with a typewriter when both my sisters had life sized dolls. I always believed I was the lucky one of our trio.

Of course, I outgrew the desk long before I discovered other pleasures in life and I truly cannot remember the day it exited the kitchen.

After I left not only the kitchen, but the family and the State, life moved swiftly and happily for my Anam Cara and me.

Soon we were a family and then there was neither time nor inclination to mourn or even remember the loss of a desk.

However, as life always does, time moved quickly. Before too long, I was thrust me into another cycle of life,

One October day walking through the aisles of an Ethan Allen furniture store I saw a pale blue desk, I immediately knew I craved it.

Because I was blessed with a generous and loving husband, the lovely desk was soon delivered to the White House with the black shutters.

Twenty years later it was one of the few articles I insisted on bringing along with me when for the first time in life, I traveled alone.

Now it sits in the corner of my rather crowded bedroom, still pale and lovely, and always an oasis of calm as I gaze on it each morning.

It hides only lovely things, hand written cards, faded pictures, packets of lavender, and so very many beautiful memories of time now gone by.

The new additions to my world, IPads, MacBook Air, do not invade the tranquility of my lovely desk. They reside with precision on a plain table complete with a charger and have no memories of yesterdays.

And that is how it should be.