Years ago I had an old iron that my mom had given to me and it was not working too well since I had dropped it and the bottom plate was slightly separated from the body. Basically, the iron was dangerous and I shouldn't have been using it but it was hard for me to replace it because it was one of the last remaining houseware things that my mom had given to me. Slowly, the things she gave me had expiration dates but my emotions were tied up in it. The process of letting go is slow but when I remembered the other gifts that my mom passed on to me, releasing the material possessions became much easier. I still feel her love around me in people, in food, animals, symbols and things in my new experiences - all the wonderful things she did to express her love somehow return to me in ways I never expected. Here is a beautiful story written by the great Franz Kaftka.
Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
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