Have you ever wondered what you would take if you had to leave your home? Photographs seem to top the list and yes, I did grab three boxes of mine. The other items now that I stand back and look made me laugh. Granted I have been in a fog lately but my priorities must have come through anyway. The highlight of my stash is as follows. I grabbed the pottery pieces that my children have made for me over the years. I packed a select number of books. And the ice cream maker. Seriously? I grabbed the ice cream maker?
Jill gifted me with some milk yesterday if I goatsit for an hour tomorrow and my friend, Diana, gave me some farm fresh eggs so I will make some ice cream. That might fix everything.
Another friend who lost everything in a fire aptly said that you find out that things do not make up who you are. They do not define us. My style represented me, gave glimpses of my personality, but are not what me and Doug are about.
I am a homemaker though. That is my favorite job. Taking care of my kids and now granddaughter, fixing supper, working in the garden, making sure the house is clean, mending, canning, day dreaming on the porch all bring me joy. So, understandably I have swirls of possible houses and dreams of cabins and adobes and porches running through my mind. Then I’ll think, ‘Oh crap! I don’t have anything to put in the house (save for some fine art deco, books, photos, and an ice cream maker).’
I cannot imagine how this will all unfold. How the heck will we get our own place? But I know when that mystery unfolds then the things to fill a home will follow easily. I had to give away so much for free that I know that there are ways to get things for a low price. I don’t know why I ever bought new. I will make sure that I do not accumulate as much stuff. Lord, where does all our stuff come from?! I think my new style will be Quaker style. Of course there will be things that I miss but part of me is the slightest bit relieved to be free of so many items to care for.
I am, as usual, ahead of myself. Job first.
What this journey is really teaching me thus far is to get out of my head. My friend, Pat, is the most joyous creature, just full of energy and life. She is rarely stuck in the cerebral but rather enjoying good food, drinks, her husband, life, adventures, and sensations. I am always thinking. It gets annoying and I miss the chance to be human. I am so stuck in the spiritual/cerebral/can’t shut off my brain for two seconds that I forget to be in touch with right now and all the sensations that make being a human worthwhile. I am learning to be present. Well, I am thinking about learning to be present. We’ll get there.
What would you take if you had to leave your home?