The Stuff of Life
June 26, 2016
It's been over a month since I've posted anything and, I have to tell you, it feels like years. As the picture indicates, I've been on the move--relocating
both our business and our home within the span of two weeks. That's a lot of hauling, calling, and a bit of bawling all packed into a short amount
of time. We're downsizing to have more free time, less stress, and a simpler life. Didn't someone say once that "there's no freedom which is free"?
I believe that was Yogi Bhajan. Well, I'm here to tell you that there is no truer statement and no truer example of having to "pay the price" to move
on, let go, and open up to a new dimension in your life
than saying good-bye to places you've grown fond of and stepping out into new and unknown territory. My husband and I set this all in motion very intentionally
and watched it all unfold: doors opened, doors closed, people came, people went, and all along there were those ups and downs that can sweep you downstream
in tsunami of emotions if you don't hold on to the life raft of knowing that it is all in the "grand plan" and the Universe is there at your back should
you start to go under.
We didn't move far and it didn't take long to pack up our things and get down the road a couple of miles. It was more the process, the preparation that was the tough part. We must have made at least a dozen trips to Goodwill and half a dozen to our locker: putting things in, pulling things out, rearranging, and doing it all over again. Stuff broke (an old crockpot, speakers, crystal candlesticks), stuff got lost, and some stuff had simply outlived its usefulness or meaning and had to be tossed. We were downsizing and that meant taking a good, hard look at what we had space for, both physically and emotionally. I know now why when people have to evacuate their homes, after securing their family members and pets, they reach for their photo albums before rushing out the door. It's all about what you love and what sustains the love in your life. We bought a new crockpot (even has a digital timer on it!), replaced the speakers, and never used the candlesticks anyway. It's such a good practice to let stuff go, as painful as it can be at times. Letting go of the parts of yourself that do not serve you is not too much different. Perhaps it takes a little longer to tear away from those thoughts and habits that weigh you down, but once they are gone, you are floating, light as a feather and on to new adventures, new vistas, while all that old stuff gets dimmer and dimmer in the past. So, dear readers, I send you big hugs and big encouragement to practice letting go of something every day--a shirt hanging in your closet for years, a useless old grudge, or a negative pattern of thought that holds you back from living your life as free and as light as you can possibly be!