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Jun. 11th, 2011 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

Can you believe that we aren't totally out of our old place yet? Last night we dragged out a bunch of furniture to the sidewalk for today's yard sale (the whole street has a big yard sale once a year). I can't fully express how painful the experience of moving is for me. Here we are months later, and I still go into this place every couple of weeks and shuffle boxes around, find papers and objects that are heavy with sentiment and meaning, maybe throw out a bag of stuff, and leave feeling sad and depressed. It's a mental illness I'm sure, to be so attached to material things, but without them how would we know that we lived a life? How can I remember that people love me without notes written on paper? How can I prove what I was doing ten, fifteen, twenty years ago--that I was expressive and engaged, that my personality is what I pretend it is? Part of me wants to dispose of it all without even looking at it, to be purely who I am now and prove to myself that I'm worthwhile without piles of dusty papers and once beloved trinkets. But part of me wants to preserve it all as a museum of who I was, and the time and place where I lived, in case that ever becomes important.
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Date: 2011-06-12 02:40 am (UTC)The hard part, really, is getting started. Once you get past that hurdle, it gains a momentum of its own. I highly recommend it. :)
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Date: 2011-06-12 10:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-12 04:48 am (UTC)Dumpster? Stimulants?
Date: 2011-06-12 10:49 am (UTC)Re: Dumpster? Stimulants?
Date: 2011-06-12 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-12 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-12 01:07 pm (UTC)Wow, that says it all huh? Very insightful and something we all suffer over.
I had a zen monk tell me once, "You aren't who you think you are." and it wasn't the usual "Yeah you aren't so hot" or "yeah you ARE GREAT" or anything like that. It was that no matter how much I THOUGHT about it I could not be who I am by thinking about it.
When we infuse things with meaning beyond mere usefulness we need give them places of prominance in our homes. I think that is the best way to avoid mere hoarding or heaping or cluttering up. There can only be so many places of prominance. Still, making a box for letters, or displaying items with purpose can be useful.
I have a ceramic lawn Knome Buddha bought at a garden store that sits in my Butsudan (in this case a shelf with wheels where I burn incense). I know I am not "bowing to Buddha" or to the lawn knome but to my conscious effort to wake up as a human being. I make room for it in my office because it reflects my practice but it is not my practice, it will never be my practice.
When I remember I remember in the here and now, even what I would rather forget.
At one point I needed to talk to someone about my grief and galling loss. It helped. The important thing, for me, was to allow for it, to not bury myself or hide in the refuse. I didn't think it would help me but it did.
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Date: 2011-06-13 05:42 am (UTC)So yeh, I get it. I'm inching toward the hose and dumpster method. Because I have boxes of saved papers and I know for sure if they disappeared overnight I wouldn't have a single clue what was in them that I'd 'lost."