I have liv
ed in this house longer than I have ever lived anywhere...nine and a half years.
106 years old now, it has seen a lot of stuff come and go...including people.
One day I, too, will go.
Six months ago, back in February, something very profound and personal happened which words could never really explain. In a moment or maybe it was in a hour, I don't know but...
I realized that all that really matters in the end is LoVe...
All-la-la-la-levels of it...
a love of food and a love of life, a love of laughter and a love of learning, a love of peace and a love of passion, a love of the water and the wind, a love of strangers and a love of ourselves, a love of a lifetime and a lifetime of love...
And all this stuff that for nearly 10 years now has been dog-piling in my house really doesn't matter.
If it's not useful or enjoyable, it's gotta go and even if it is useful and enjoyable...it still can go. It's just too much stuff. (Do any of you need anything?)
So ... rummaging through some old 'keepsakes' I found yet another old journal with all but two of the pages blank.
The first page dates the journal back by about 15 years.
The second page has a poem I wrote.
I'll post the poem & chunk the book, knowing the moment that I hit 'publish' the usefulness of it has been completed.
Maybe someone out there will enjoy or find it useful...
Maybe someone will just love it...
Maybe not, but the time has come
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7 years ago
7 comments:
Good poem, good post.
Reminds me of this little song by Mr. JJ Cale.
"Travelin' light, is the only way to fly
Travelin' light, just you and i
One-way ticket to ecstasy
Way on down, follow me
Travelin' light, we can go beyond
Travelin' light, we can catch the wind
Travelin' light, let your mind pretend
We can go to paradise
Maybe once, maybe twice
Travelin' light, is the only way to fly"
I like your writing, it is very care free but managed. Big letters too! I love me some big letters.
There's a comfort in old belongings for me. I attach a lot of meaning to them. I love finding old journals... but find it hard to read them.
Oh, send me some of the energy that's needed to do exactly what it is you're doing.....clearing house.
Yaknow--this is the longest I've ever been in one place.....ever. Not this house, but this town. This house holds bits of him and bits of me--and way too much 'stuff'.
I need to find the energy. And if there's an abundance with you, please feel free to send some of that. Seems easy enough--you send love frequently, just include energy in an attachment?
Seriously--ya think himself would notice if I cleared stuff out whilest he's 'over there'?
OH yeah....Mr. PackRat would notice......
Dee! :) Sing to me, Sweet Dee!
Orhan, Hahaha, hand-writing analysis would surely show that I am whacked ;)
Amelie...I am familiar with your sentiments. Just this morning I chunked a journal from, check this, 1984. Didn't read a single page...it, unlike more recent ones was full. It amazes me that I could keep up with it for 20+ years but can lose my car keys in just a minute or two...
Mel...it is a long process. I find that the more I get rid of, the more I seem to find. It seems unending. The sheer volume of it all is over-whelming.
You know my friend i remember reading a story about emerson and thoreau (theres a sentence i dont say that often lol) anyway one of them...i forget which one (Thoreau?)... coined the phrase "Simplify, Simplify, Simplify."
Emerson wrote to him and said "One Simplify would have sufficed." lol
I totally agree with you, we gotta clear out the old to let love grow again...
Beautiful poem too!!
Love, M
Hahaha Maithri....simplify, simplify, simplify. A reflection of how over-whelming 'stuff' can become when we let everything dog-pile on us. Personally, I have sooooo much and need so little. the more I clear out, the more I realize how little I need.
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