part of the evac prep that's been ongoing, was to clear off the kitchen counter…things collect. Spice jars, little empty things, small bowls. So i cleared them…put them where they actually are "supposed to" be. and here was this. my salt shaker. It had gotten useless during winter…all the moisture in here, the salt all stuck to itsSelf, the holes clogged. Alyssia brought me one of those little picnic type shakers…the salt pepper cardboard things and i'd just kept using that. i'd dumped the wet salt and washed the shaker months ago and it has just sat. When i got groceries the other day i got salt. filled the shaker. There was FEELING…..there was a joyfull long gazing….how Beauty Full this salt shaker is, it's dented top even making it more so…How, when? did that dent happen? i don't have any idea. I have had this salt shaker since i had my first apartment in Detroit when i was 19? 20? i brought it into my marriage, into the house of that time, i took it when i went to Oregon, to New Mexico, i brought it here. The weight of it…holding it….the weight of it's glass form and on the bottom the cut of a flower pattern the just plain and sheer Joy of this salt shaker and how it caught and held the Morning light………
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