All of my things. Almost. Kind Of. Sort Of. For the most part. . . . . . . .
All of my things. Almost. Kind Of. Sort Of. For the most part. . . . . . . . This past school year — in addition to a personal sabbatical, and year of unexpected, not-always-so-comfortable & simultaneously very necessary & important growth — has been a year of purging, shedding, and letting go; Of all that’s no longer relevant, bringing me joy, necessary, or supportive. On both the tangible & intangible fronts, this process has been extraordinarily cleansing & restorative.
After returning from walking the Camino, back in 2004, I think I gave away about 60% of my possessions. Walking helped me realize that I didn’t need very much of anything, at all. Subsequent Caminos led to more & more purging, and after a while I realized that I was entertaining the goal of having no possessions upon departure (yes, the big departure).
Whether that’s actually feasible, in today’s world, I’m not sure. And I very much like the idea of it :) Letting go, and letting go, and letting go, until one is left as one arrived, with nothing — or no . things .
I think it’s one of the reasons dance, theatre, choreographing, working in studios, and being itinerant has been so appealing to me. This idea of no - thing, and instead pure creation, pure creativity - no props, no costumes, no sets - just body, time, space, energy, and maybe a little music...
It makes so much sense to me, on so many levels.
While I can’t say I have no possessions, there are far fewer than before, and that’s a wonderful feeling 🤗
