I cherish nothing. No thing that is. In fact I have spent the past three years intenwifying the process of uncherishing things since I sold or gave away 95 % of what I owned and started on my hobohemian (A word coined by Cole Porter) lifestyle house sitting around Australia. You see before then I thought I had quite a few cherished objects but instead I now realise that they were possessions and as one Russin philosopher (whose name escapes me) so wisely said “We are possessed by our possesions”. I certainly was.
But the fire that destroyed my home years before, destroying my then most cherished objects did me a favour; I saw the truth behind matertial objects, the cds of my favourite songs melted, my favourite wool coat charred and singed, my books of pleasure and wisdom turned to ash. Some things, icluding books survived though damaged and I had to make constant decisions about what to keep and what to discard based on a new set of values, what inherent worth they held for me.
And that is the truth of an object that is cherished; its the value with which we imbue the object that makes it precious and not the object itself.
I cherish much in the world but none is an object. I do my best to treasure myself and was inspired to so everafter by the words of Julia Cameron “Treating myself as a precious object makes me strong” Such wisdom flies in the face of modern life!
I cherish my grandchildren, two amazing souls who combine the genes and traits of all their families yet have their own unique spirit which entiches my ife.
I cherish the natural world and its beauty, it heals and sustains my life and health so how could I not value its power? And yet Australian leaders are still battling against the in your face evidence of climate change.
I cherish the thought that no matter how difficult life is today for so many lives in this world, a day will come when all life, human, animal, Australian or Asylum seeker, is cherished as a precious object