Jess, my freshman roommate and one of my favorite folks on the planet, sent me this bit the other night from a July blog by Oronte Churm. It's very worthy of more written meditation, but tonight I'll let it speak for itself.
We leave our suitcases in other people's houses. They keep them for us, sometimes even after we've left word to throw them out. Much later, to our dreamlike amazement, the cases are brought to us, opened, and we get to measure ourselves against what we remember being. Some part of us has been saved when we thought it was lost, and we realized we're carried around as we carry others.