Love this, esp what you say about these pieces you found having a soul, mana. I recently read an essay where the writer had spoken to an aboriginal Australian who had commented that everything has a soul, even buildings have souls. I live in an adobe house I mostly built myself, making all the Adobe's by hand in my backyard, work I can still feel in my bones from 30 years ago. I am convinced this place has a soul, from the careful work done to build it to the years my wife and I and our sons and now our grandkids have spent living here. This used to be the way we all loved, long time gone. What is the quality of the souls of those other beings we live with every day, the clothes we keep in a chest or closet and get out to see the light for special occasions, or the plants and animals we live among, the trees that grow up around us in our backyards and shelter us. Recognizing and honoring these other souls with whom we share this earth is so, so important. It is what I try to pass on to my grandchildren, needs to be the legacy we leave. Beautiful essay you wrote Meredith, thank you so much, and so happy you rescued Mrs. Cy's things.