I found a favourite Moroccan dish broken today. It is one of two given to me by my dear friend, Jamal. That plate has been used for birthdays, weddings and, yes, funerals. It has housed the most refreshing of summer salads to the most dense and comforting of winter stews. It is a reminder of good times with good friends when Bronnie was around.

So today’s muse reflects on the things we are attached to. With our Adult Education Editor, Tim, you take your life in your hands for instance if you use his special cereal bowl and/or his Eeyore mug. With another, touch her hairbrush and it has to be thrown away. With me, this includes my laptop. In a fire I’d rescue it first and go back for the kids later. That may be a joke, but my kids know they’d lose a staring contest between them and it.

Growing up, a neighbour and I had different views about nice clothes and when they should be worn. She’d keep all her nice things for ‘best’ whereas I would wear my nice things to mop the kitchen floor. Not that I did much mopping of the kitchen floor, but if I did I’d have wanted to look nice doing it. Even today, my philosophy is that the day to wear ‘best’ may never come so eat dessert now.

And the value we attach to material things can often stem from an inciting experience or something in childhood. This could explain why some modern children will never really know what it is to desire something and then the pleasure of that desire coming to pass. If wanting, waiting and not getting a ‘thing’ was a constant state for us in childhood, not wanting our own child to feel that same deprivation may result in over-indulgence of material things when we in turn become parents.

After Bronnie’s death, I spent a lot of money paying storage for possessions from our marital home. I came to understand I had attached the man to these things, reasoning if our things were still around then the state of Bronnie and I still existed.

But this is not to denigrate the things we are attached to, just that’s it’s often revealing to go beyond the thing to look at the meaning we have attached to it.

Our writing prompt this week, then: Something you are attached to.