In the process of cleaning out one’s home it appears there are items that are lurking in small unexpected places, waiting to grab you and twist you a little. Perhaps that is why it is so easy to let the things lie. I stood for perhaps twenty minutes on a stool fingering it in my hand. Still shining so brightly. Other things have been easy to give away, throw to the trash. Toss aside to make room for the new. Others, they are harder to let go. The blue hen, was my Grandmother’s, I washed off the dust and placed it in my kitchen window above my sink. There are no rings on my fingers now to house in the chicken while I do dishes, but it still feels like the right place. It was packed that way, the chicken with the ring inside it, taken off the shelf above my old sink, in the old home. It has sat inside the chicken in my kitchen for one year now and I never knew……or perhaps, I just wasn’t ready.