The last time I was in London and saw my darling mother-in-law, she gave me a teacup, saucer, and small plate from one of her china sets. I wonder if she felt that her time in her body was approaching the end. I believe she wanted me to have a piece of her once I was home.
She died a couple of years ago in April.
I adored her.
She holds an incredibly tender and powerful place in my heart. I've never known a more loving person.
Rather than use this special piece on special occasions, I use the small plate everyday. I have my toast on it every morning.
I start my day connecting with someone for whom I felt a lot of love. I felt and still feel very loved by her. I wash the sweet little plate by hand, as she did so much of her time on the planet. Caring for the plate in this way is a way of connecting with her in a practical, tactile, ritualized way.
It is a simple way of adding meaning to my life.
The pattern on the plate is called “Forget Me Not”. Goodness ... the sweetness of it all.
Is there some way you can honor someone or something in your life on a daily basis?
Is there a way you can work something meaningful into an already existing routine that might otherwise be as mundane as toast?
Let me know if this worked for you, sugar pie.