Today I am heading out to search for old stuff.  Savers, Goodwill, antique and second hand stores. I love old stuff.  Old wood, old houses, old furniture, old pictures, old friends, old people.  And I think I just figured out why.  Because old stuff has a story.  A history.  None of it started out old.  It got to old by going through life and time and experiences.   There are memories with old stuff.  There is character.  There is a richness and beauty to the “love marks” on old things.  The scratches and dents in an old table.  The chipped paint and worn floors of an old house. The torn edges and discoloration of an old photo.  The wrinkles and creases of an old woman’s face.  A story behind each one.  Beautiful.

So off I go to hunt for hidden treasures.  And the smile on my face will reveal my own lines and “love marks”.  It’s gonna be a good day…