Transition

Returning to my American home from my Asia respite is always a shift. The most dynamic impact is the "stuff." In the bungalow, I have no drawers except two small desk drawers and limit clothing space except for a shelf, 10 hangers, and two wall hooks. I keep my underwear in a zipper mesh bag and when the laundry bag gets full, I drop it off in the morning and pick it up clean at five. I all is simple. I feel my head clearing and my eyes more focused with less distraction.

I am committed to making some major changes in my life and have outlined my task ahead to reach the kind of simple life my soul is longing for and needs. I don't know how I would feel if there was a fire or tornado and everything was swept away. One way would be a relief but in other ways, I would feel that I missed an opportunity to say goodbye to many gifts, trinkets from trips, etc. When I came to the house twenty years ago, I used a small truck to bring everything I owned for the first fifty plus years. Today, it would take a intercontinental van to move just the basement. It is coming up to the anniversary of my long time friend, Georgette's passing. She had 3500 sq ft and a basement full of stuff. When it was all over, not counting what others took or was sold at garage sale, I used a small truck to bring a few things.. my desk and bed primarily. The remaining items filled several dumpsters and went to the landfill.

What I experienced on the winter voyage is imperimence. I am a long way from really knowing it, but I am more accepting and aware of what foolish words we have in me, my, mine. Life is just in flux. Sit in a sunny room and watch the dust dance.. nothing is stationary. If we make a connection to a person or place and it brings us pleasure or pain, it only lasts a fleating moment while the dust is dancing.