Cast upon the world your nets of hopeful wealth and reel back your bounty. What treasures do you behold, captured in the knotted sinew?
I cast out my net each evening before I go to bed. As I drift off to sleep I wonder what I will see come morning light. The treasures that come late in the night through my dreams are not all mine to keep, so they flow right on through the openings. Those that remain are memories of you.
Of times when we laughed at silly childish things. Of the dancing in circles while others joined in celebration of the simpler times in our lives. These fragments of us are what is caught in the evening net.
In the morning, I cast the net out again hoping to capture more wealth. I am not a greedy person! Through the day I go about my business with everyday things. The mundane, meaningful life of adults in a complex world. My mind doesn’t think back to the net for the entire day, until after sunset.
As the sun is setting I retrieve my net for the second time. Inside it a different bounty awaits. For inside the blackened threads are the golden words of wisdom. These remind me that I have survived today. Through the void of dissociation and depersonalization of self, all the words repeat the same message — You are you, regardless of your name.
My net is filled with a wealth not of money, but of memories. From there I can pull from all that I need to sustain my voyage of life.
Shared to my other blog: A Girl Named Laura