Here’s to going back and recovering my marbles in life!
When I die, I want people to have to go on an adventure to find all my stuff all over the world. Including the marbles I left buried in Jerusalem. I’ve lived a bit like my famous cousin Johnny Appleseed (Chapman).
I used to give marbles away to make people feel seen and special. But when I lived in Jerusalem many moons ago, I would also bury some, like seeds in that wondrous land, which I hoped to return to in the future.
I figured it was better to give your marbles away oe plant them in some secret place, than just lose your marbles like many do!
Some of my marbles are still buried in Jerusalem. And I still hope to go back over one day and dig them up. I know where they are, and I don’t think anyone will ever find them amongst that multi-layered city! Miss her, and still praying for the Peace of Jerusalem. That prayer never gets old.
I need it to be peaceful so I can go find my marbles!