Culling through and cleaning out my wallet today…so many accumulated blessings…a collage song really…or a tiny music box!

In my wallet, so many special little notes from friends all over the world: friends numbers and addresses, recommending parks in Krakow, places to eat in berlin, art communities to stay at in Paris (which i did!), best art openings in and small galleries in Antwerp..and so many tiny lists of favorite books and bands, i collected in conversations as I traveled.

One little note and photo from the kind man (he has tender eyes) who sold me his 83 A Barth in Paris (the car, still one of my favorites in addition to my 63 SAAB and 68 Volvo, this rare A-barth, ended up in Sheffield, England along with my heart-long story), his number and picture of his family. So many little collected poems over the years of travel and adventure. I found words written in Hebrew, Arabic, Spanish, and many other languages. As I always learn to ask, how do you say this in your language, and then write it down on tiny receipts and note cards in case i need to know it someday. I love languages. Each has their own specialty words, which hold worlds.

My wallet is rich, though i am not.

In addition, I always carry at least four small bills in different nation’s currencies, to remind me to pray, but also in case i ended up there suddenly.
I’ve been doing this for 20 years. I even have old Deutschmark, currency from Czech Republic, Poland, Jordan and many other lands; and still have currency from all over the world, and lots of pre-euro ones. If those nations ever go back to their pre-euro currencies, i’m set.

A friend’s best thoughts or quotes from wherever I’m led, always makes me scribble notes. Favorite books of poetry or quotes! There pet sayings, and best laid plans. I’ve been recording since I was a kid. One friend said, i always had a camera and notebook with me. I think that’s true. Still do. I’m fascinated to record life’s poetry. Some notes from when i lived in Jerusalem, with poems written so small, i can no longer read them. And some rooftop poems from those white stone domed rooftops, which still resonate in my heart.

My little wallet, which was designed by Alexander McQueen, i bought on the day he died, as a symbol of artists who left too soon, (like my friend Noah when i was a kid whose namesake i kept as the name of my ministry “Noah’s other boat”); McQueen, was born on my birthday, and really was a performance artist as well as a brilliant fashion designer!

Anyway, this wallet is like a little mobile collage to me. Thankful for it’s small treasures today, as i clean it out a bit, observing in thanks. Perhaps i should make an actual collage of my findings thus far. It would make a great and strangely textured song. It’s like my little wind up music box i also always carry with me in travels. You just never know when you’ll need it! For there are grown children everywhere, who still respond to the collaged music of life! And those who still gather trinkets which accumulate, over time, towards truth.