The cup

In this morning’s dream, she handed me an egg cup. In it were her wedding rings, her earrings, and a gold chain strung through a cross. As I held it, questioning, she folded my hand over it, saying “Bury these beyond time. Bring me the new.” I had not seen her for many years and, having no track of her life, felt confused and of small use to her. Sensing this, she pushed back my closed hand and said “You will know.”