I meet two angels, wake in the night to wrestle with Lilliputians, and find myself singing gospel and speaking in tongues. Oh, and almost forgot: boot problems.
Thanks for reading this. I was in the middle of a crazy push to get ready for a job interview (in 48 minutes!) that having anything supportive coming in was a balm.
I'll never forget standing over all the crap on my bed and dividing it into piles. It was liberating. So was realizing over the course of the next 9 weeks that I really did need anything at all to be happy. Everything was what showed up for me: people, places, ideas, good and bad, but not material. I wish I was more present to that now.
This was very touching, I can just imagine your two angels - and to think you'd met them before, THAT's fortuitous. But I let out an audible "YES!" when you started unpacking- LOVE a good purge!
They were truly lovely people. For years I kept a small slip of paper with their phone and address on it. I wouldn't be surprised if they've passed by now. Sometimes I wanted to be published for the generous - for me anyway - idea of sending it to them so they could read about themselves and be honored in some way. At minimum, another book to put on their shelf.
I’ve been suffering from “my house is too small to hold all my shit” and “how much did you say that storage unit is again?” Ever since. Time to get on the road again? Good luck with the job!
This reminded me of how maddening/freeing it was determining what to pack when I decided to live out of a backpack for a couple of years.
Thanks for reading this. I was in the middle of a crazy push to get ready for a job interview (in 48 minutes!) that having anything supportive coming in was a balm.
I'll never forget standing over all the crap on my bed and dividing it into piles. It was liberating. So was realizing over the course of the next 9 weeks that I really did need anything at all to be happy. Everything was what showed up for me: people, places, ideas, good and bad, but not material. I wish I was more present to that now.
"Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man." - Sam Walter Foss
This was very touching, I can just imagine your two angels - and to think you'd met them before, THAT's fortuitous. But I let out an audible "YES!" when you started unpacking- LOVE a good purge!
They were truly lovely people. For years I kept a small slip of paper with their phone and address on it. I wouldn't be surprised if they've passed by now. Sometimes I wanted to be published for the generous - for me anyway - idea of sending it to them so they could read about themselves and be honored in some way. At minimum, another book to put on their shelf.
I’ve been suffering from “my house is too small to hold all my shit” and “how much did you say that storage unit is again?” Ever since. Time to get on the road again? Good luck with the job!