I embrace and exude
And strive to live true
And this feels so easy
Love makes us real through and through…
What’s harder it seems
Is the editing in between
The sorting and sifting
The tossing and pitching
Of needing trinkets or evidence
How we once lived and loved.
From actual homes
To their furnishings
To the how we day by day did our lives…
Or the clothes we wore
And the car we used
and the other stuff
Of what it looked like to be true.
Or even the props we have put in place
To seem about a purpose so committed so fully…
Our websites
Our facebook
The twitters
The ebooks
How much do we need to live our life intention fully?
And we visit family and there’s a box here and there
Of what we packed up once and shipped home as keepsakes we hoped would endure.
But lately I’m asking within
Why hold onto keepsakes of remember when…
More do I wanna create stories of how
inspite of it all we kept on enduring…
the where,
the thoughts going on,
the why,
the how…
I seem better at exuding love
Than storing the trinkets of remember when…
And yet many women I know have closets stocked full…
And storage units or second homes filled with stuff too…
And yet I’m asking what is ours to do
When we have surely outgrown the need for seem about an important womanhood
and the trinkets gathered along with it too…
I think I’m better at project by project setting up the props as needed,
Than I am storing remember when’s as if those trinkets hold any meaning…
So friend wherever this finds you
Are you surrounded by remember when’s too?
Are you using the things you have or storing them for safe keeping?
My heart to yours
I am so much more able to live true
When I hold onto what matters to me now
And what I need to fulfil this now true.
I gave myself permission years ago to start shedding remember when’s
And year after year as I’ve scaled way down I seem to have less of a need for more…
And the once held onto dollies for my daughters someday…
Need to be given wings so with another’s heart they can play.
And the photos of relatives I was gonna share with my littles
Well one or two will suffice surely
There’s little need for the boxes of those folks remember when’s too
And what of my journals and diaries and writings
I open up any of them and I can in a moment relive
The what I wrote about and what I experienced that way…
Maybe I will hang into them as reading them I know I’ll keep enjoying some way.
It is true work the sifting and sorting
The giving wings to things
The shift to value our spirituality more than looking at our stuff as defining our worth and belonging
So perhaps it’s less of a pitching and tossing what we are done with surely
And more of a defending and holding onto what defines the true worth of our being
So friend reading?
I wanna offer this:
I’ve staged an apartment to function in so many times and then given wings to stuff to move to the next…
Setting up a home and the appearance of productive womanhood gives me bliss…
Yet so does the parting and journeying on because we are ever meant to explore all the versions of our song!
So if you are sitting amidst a closet and staring at so much to sort…
If you are holding onto your rememeber when’s as if that stuff must –still–play an active part…
If your home has closets full of unused now but once valued things…
And truly if the womanhood you’ve been exuding is just no longer feeding your sense of being true…
Perhaps it’s more than time to give yourself permission to give those expressions of stuff wings
And let yourself soar to all the thought lands you wanna go and stop looking back at how you once believed life had to look just so
And even if it’s only one little thing
Commit your heart to now by allowing yourself give it wings!
Here’s to now…
Here’s to realizing our journey is allowed to express itself fully!
And not be burdened by the past ways or trinkets of how we were being.
