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My oldest bought this giant bin of junk jewelry last spring at a vintage flea market.  It was a bit of a hurdle for me to allow this big bunch of junk into my house, but once I let go, I literally found the miracle.  The lesson continues... and here we are almost a year later, and I can't count how many times either Alex or I have said to him that he needs to do something with all of this stuff - as that was part of the deal - or it will have all been for naught and just another consumptive impulse.

It was sitting in his closet for many months.  Then it moved into the basement, brought back upstairs to live in the play area for a while, back downstairs, and now finally the sorting and deconstruction has begun.  All it took was a little inspired action of buying the little guy his own bead container, and the mad search for treasure (and trading) was on!  

So he's been digging in, sifting through the bits, taking apart the pieces and discarding or giving away the stuff that isn't needed or finding something special that he thinks someone else might really love, then keeping and sorting all the rest... the stuff that makes his heart sing with possibility.

The metaphor has been unfolding in front of my eyes for the last few days, at our kitchen table.  Watching the two boys unearth the gifts of this big bin of trinkets has been pure joy.  And there have been some really interesting, strange, and cool finds!  Yes, it's still a lot of junk... but I'm grateful for the teachable moment and inward reflection this passionate endeavor has allowed.  Isn't this what it's all about?  I can't wait to see what he makes of it all.

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