After admiring the bowl of vintage buttons my therapist keeps in her office, she invited me to choose a few to keep. They will act, she told me, as a physical reminder of our work together.
Nothing could have been more perfect. I carried them in my pocket today and when I got some bad news I found comfort in turning these little totems over in my fist.
"Nothing walks, or creeps, or grows, or exists, which must not in turn arise and walk before him as exponent of his meaning. Comes he to that power, his genius is no longer exhaustible." - RWE
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
vintage buttons
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