He is made by an artist I can’t remember anymore (initials TG) and I found him in Ashland, Oregon while attending the Shakespeare festival. (See - Art tells your stories!) Anytime you spend money on a chunk of rusty metal, it is gonna feel like a big extravagance, but I am so glad I didn’t walk away from him. I love that he is sturdy and strong and raw. I love that he knows that the answers to our most important questions are usually somewhere deep inside ourselves. It is good to have friends who know that.
To make room to appreciate my favorite things, like the X-Man, boxes, and the kimono, I am taking a bunch of clothes to the consignment shop today. These are perfectly nice clothes, but just not my favorites. Thus, they have spent a long time staring at the walls of my closet. These clothes need to get out into the world so they can become someone else’s favorite things. It works best for everyone that way. It is truly plenty perfect!