My heritage lays on my table, at my bedside, and always but at an arms reach away. I pull from it all the way back to Genesis; In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
My Bible with gold silky lined pages, marked and notated all about. Highlighters, and pens from my own memos. It sits wrapped in a burgundy bonded leather. My name enscribed in gold cursive. It has traveled far inside through the stories, and outside with me always in tow.
This is my heritage it began with Adam and Eve. I keep it closer to me than any other reminder of who I am, who made me, and what clan I am part in. I have the red letter addition which indicates Jesus’s teachings. I use this as I map my history. To me there is no more beautiful than my heritage encased in my leather bound Vans Off The Wall stickered bible.