once a friend's daughter gave me a little bell. just a little silver bell, the round sort. i dropped it into the little bag of handy things (lipstick, bandaids, nailclippers) that is always tossed in whatever bag i'm carrying. it's been there now for ... oh, my... i remember the house we were outside when she set the bell in my hand, and it was seven years ago that i lived there. i think a lot about what i carry with me, and try not to carry the weight of unnecessary things, but this little bell, it's always there. i can't tell you what exactly it is supposed to remind me of, but it's very important.
you roll around in my heart like that these days.