Over the past two years I’ve been on the road.
So to speak.
I’ve been on an adventure ever since handing over over my condo to someone else eager and ready to take over the payments on it.
Since packing my bags and selling loads of furniture and accessories, I’ve been free to “try on” new places while writing a book and planning my next steps.
I’ve been fortunate to have friends who have friends who need a house-sitter or pet-sitter, and as word of mouth grew, I’ve been able to keep a calendar of places that have felt like miraculous stepping stones of support that have shown up for me just when I need them.
I make sure there is always an exchange of energy for the privilege of being in someone else’s space. If I’m not taking care of the pets, then I’m paying them an agreed upon amount for their utilities and use of a warm shower.
I must admit, though, to missing my own space to hang out with family–especially on Sunday evenings. It became our ritual before I left the condo.
It’s just great to be without all the “things” and just the essentials: family photos, my mom’s wedding ring, my laptop, a small collection of favorite books. Clothes.
The big question I get asked from stumped friends is, “how have you been able to let go of all your STUFF? ”
It’s been easy. And then again, not so easy.
I still have plenty of attachments—everything from certain beliefs, my old go-to habits, my cell phone, my car, the make-up aisle at CVS—-even the attachment to being on the look-out for the next place to stay.
Eckert Tolle writes that getting rid of our attachment to things is impossible. “Attachment to things drops away by itself when you no longer seek to find yourself in them.”
In traditional yoga, there is a word for the art of letting it all go, and it’s called vairagya.
In this world it’s especially hard to let go of our STUFF. And it’s unrealistic for most of us.
But awareness to the attachments can be an illuminating first step.
An open-eyed mindfulness to all the ways we cling to situations, relationships, and THINGS, can turn into a window for us to observe ourselves. And that’s when the real gold starts to get uncovered.
We get closer to glimpsing the bigger, unlimited, and amazing true Self within each of us. The Self that isn’t mesmerized by the need to buy something everyday.
The Self that doesn’t have an investment in fear and all the false identities and props that obscure who we are.
It’s finding the diamonds that sit under all the dirt in our own backyard.
It’s the “home” that Dorothy finally woke up to after making it to Oz.
It’s the SELF in all its wisdom and limitlessness.
And there’s no CVS around.