Recently I’ve started wearing two bracelets that once belonged to my mother on my right wrist, one black and beaded with many rows, and one silver and flowered, with a clasp.
Also on that wrist is the blue thread from Mexico, meant to help us remember our intentions for building the community. (I don’t remember my intention, but I seem to be unwilling to cut the thread off.)
On my left wrist are two hair elastics, one brown, one black, the kind without the metal piece, and on my middle finger, my silver ring from Israel with the purple stone.
Last night at E’s, I drew a tiny flower on my ankle with a four color pen. It’s still there. I managed to get a butterfly sticker on my right arm, just above my elbow, in spite of having showered twice since then.