Moving On

My garage is a mess. It is full of stuff — boxes and stuff. I am moving. I don’t know where, I don’t know when. I am not even sure how. I’ve got enough stuff to fill a small truck. I could make a couple of trips with a uhaul van, but there’s the washing machine and the dryer and there’s no ramp with the vans. And then there’s my plants. I have some very tall, large trees. So, I guess I need a small truck.

This move is not as simple as it sounds. It carries with it a lot of powerful emotions – pain, regret, fear. But, then there is also joy and excitement. Off to a new adventure for this latter part of my life. But, then in watching my cycles, the things I repeat, here comes my self-made circle again.

It’s also a cleansing process and an awareness process. I am trimming down and want to live simply. As I get rid of “stuff,” I also get rid of emotional baggage and the need the have this or that. The desire to have things that are so unnecessary. When Ghandi died, all he had in his possession was a bowl to eat from, his robe, his glasses and maybe one or two other things. But, that was all. The rest of us “privileged” people (and by privileged, I mean those of us who have a source of income and money) surround ourselves with material things. None of these things can come with us when this journey in the flesh is over.

So I am getting rid of all of the things that are not tools for what I want to do here, for what I want to leave behind. I truly want to leave a trail of love. I truly want to leave something for others to hold onto mentally, emotionally and spiritually. I want to help uplift us all.

My present house is fairly large. I am looking for something much smaller, much simpler. I want quaint and cute again for a while. A wooded area where my animals can be comfortable and safe and where I can hear birds, crickets, frogs… I have that now and want to have it in the next place too. Some things are not worth giving up.

All I will have in my bedroom is a bed, a small table and a lamp. The television will be in the living room. This way watching television is an intentional thing and not a mindless thing. My tools are my musical instruments and equipment and the computers. I have wicker chairs and some throw rugs, plants, kitchen stuff, several small tables, clothes and that’s enough. That’s all I need. The search and the story continues….

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