In the unseasonable warmth, I took a walk exploring our new area alone. Chanting, I passed by a nice green space where I’ll walk another time with Bob. As my chanting concluded, I arrived at my nearest hardware store about a mile away.
I entered it as if it were a time capsule. Hardware stores always take me back to growing up in my grandfather’s basement which he organized with aisles and shelves filled with tools and materials to care for our family’s humble life. When I lived on Kauai, my first yoga studio required a lot of trips to the hardware store to bring it back from the damaging hurricane Iniki, repairing my soul as well as the floor, the walls and windows.
Do you have places that are like time capsules for you? What part of your soul do you retrieve there? Ki to Happiness retrieves her resilience and work ethic in aisle 18 with new house numbers and a fresh mailbox.