That’s the last I remember: the blood-stained hair waving from the tree limb like a ribbon, my red Coach purse on the boulder, my leather gloves crumpled next to it, like the discarded skin of a snake.
~~ Jeffe Kennedy
I’ve always been rather fascinated with the skin shedding aspects of snakes. Or any animal, really. Lots of symbolism mixed in there, making it rather appropriate for the last post of the year.
The end of the year is always somewhat melancholy for me. Maybe it’s just those long moment of introspection that make me take a long hard look at the past twelve months, wondering if I’ve managed to outgrow the mistakes I’ve made or if I’m ready for the challenges ahead.
Maybe I’m just sentimental bastard.
Some things aren’t my style at all. Gifts from family or friends, or things bought on a whim that just didn’t look as good as they were supposed to. In either case, there’s no point in hanging onto them.
Some I don’t need anymore. Very sad to see that pile of forgotten maternity shirts in the corner. I suppose it’s possible that we might have another child, but it’s not something I want right now. (And the irony of it is that it’s a sure bet that if I drop them off at Good Will, I’ll probably be knocked up by…oh, next week.)
And some, I’m hanging onto anyway, just because I can.