How long before I realize that it makes me truly happy to feed the birds?
How long before I act as though kindness mattered above all else?
How long before I realize that I don’t need (or even want) most of my belongings?
How long before I fully recognize that working on a miniature scale is right for me?
How long until I feel that I have a right to the workings of my imagination, no matter how the cultural dialogue is unfolding (though ignoring the dialogue is impermissable)?
What if I could act as if everything was happening, not according to plan per se, but in its right and true time? In other words, what if all delinquencies were forgiven or rendered irrelevant? How liberating a thought!
** A huge thanks to all the recent lovely and thoughtful comments. Thank you. It really means a lot to me. Thank you, again.
(((Dee))) now is as good a time as any!
At my age–I’ve been where you are going. I’ve asked the same questions. I got rid of half my stuff and kept what seemed right–I guessed wrong about 50/50. I do some for me and some for others. Random acts. It works out. Find a hospital with a neonatal unit. Make a few baby quilts out of that extra fabric. Or the Ronald McDonald House. Mothers with premies stay there because a hotel is too expensive–they would cherish a baby quilt. Something wild and colorful with a house.
That you for such a spot on suggestion. I’ve been thinking about baby quilts. We have the very wonderful
Children’s Hospital here in Boston. People come from all over doe care there, often with very serious conditions. I’ll find out this week.
All is forgiven.
Kindness matters.
Eventually, everything is dust in the wind.
I listened to the link of the song you posted the other day, “All we are is dust in the wind.” Brought me somewhere else. Thanks for that.
Your small works are really perfect – That flying heart !!!
the used energy will given back to the All
That is a nice thought
This post reminds me that things can be hard and full of light at the same time. I hope you are doing lots of kind things for yourself these days.
I emptied a very old box of stuff today. Thinking that maybe, when there is a whole day at home, I can commit to that much.
What a nice way to put it.
Can’t even put thoughts together, your line about ‘belongings’ stopped me cold. I’m surrounded!
Well don’t forget I have the luxury of making that observation with two attics, a garage, a basement, tons of closets and a shed.
Well, crap Dee…how are we going to fit in 725 sq ft??? lol
Is that the size of the place you found? That WILL be challenging. Good grief. No wonder you are a Kondo-machine right now. Closets, I hope?