The early morning was all about reading Open Salon. I looked for my friend Rolling. Anything from Rolling. Update: Trying
I also went to see if anything was new from Noahvose and Y'Heron, two I greatly respect.
Next, I saw that Duaneart had a new face, again. I read his beautiful verse, Be Careful In the Thicket.
To close, I read Sandra Stephen's interesting July 5 post on Wherefore Open Salon? and considered my own position on whether or not OS is a community.
Leaving the computer, I spent the next few hours sorting items from the house and storage for an upcoming yard sale. About five years ago I started emptying my home of the majority of its contents. The goal is to get to a more portable self. I desire the ability to pack everything I own in a weekend, and move at random. At first a few observing friends worried about my sanity. How can I explain, that the more I dispose of, the more open my mind becomes?
I've distributed a collection of family heirlooms. I've cleared three bookshelves and donated to local libraries. The voluminous CD collection has gone the way of an Ipod. My closet has been emptied to the routine needed for a work week, and a tidy few frocks for special occasions. I've kept the comfortable, frayed cotton shorts and tees that make a heatwave bareable. Shoes are pared down to a simple, comfortable few. I've weeded my kitchen obsessions. Excessive beauty products, polish collections, old try-me-ons are trashed. And most recently since I've left the lover's bed, I see no reason to keep certain garments of the night. Gone by way of overflow.
The day looms bright in front of me. Sun tea is making in a large glass jar amid a ring of light. Music is playing in the background as I string green beans gathered yesterday.
I 've lost nothing in my cleanup of self and life. In fact, there are too many beautiful things in my world too mention in this blog. With that said, I'd like to share a few of the more simple things that I do not own with you, my community, by way of the lens:
Pole beans are canned.
Miss Dazy, newly acquired. Someone set her out to roam in the country.
Crepe Myrtle in bloom.
My favorite think spot.
Glads in July splendor.
Francis and Mouse, a notorious pair.
Thank you for visiting my world.
Scupper /July/2009
Original Post - March 22, 09
Sanity in Scupper's World: What's beautiful in yours?
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Highly rated, indeed.
i applaud you for recognizing the beauty of being able to pack everything you own in a weekend, and move at random. i also applaud you for recognizing the beauty of what you still have.
Miss Dazy is adorable.
Very cool place!
I'm planning on having a yard sale next weekend. We'll see if I can actually go through with it. Rated.
A few years ago I gave away most of my possessions (except for my books) and traveled around the world for a year - I felt so free and light and unencumbered - it was one of the best experiences of my life.
I loved this and your pictures. Your Dazy is adorable and the green beans look yummy, oh, and those kitties are too cute!
Thanks for this great piece.
I moved from a house with a Mexican cantina yard, lush, overgrown garden, and the biggest above ground pool my Japanese neighbors had ever seen to a three-room apartment last year. It was like colonics for my chi. Best thing that ever happened to me, and/or I've ever done.
I don't know about the weekend bag thing, but I'm certainly committed only to what will fit in a pick-up truck camper someday (that I will custom build, so it won't go over the cab, so the cab can be made a chop-top convertible; very important). I love the quiet, simple joy of your decluttering in a paragraph.
Now back to what pics to keep of me and Mowgli, and do I really need all these pics of Bagheera(s) even on a flash stick (hmmm) and does it matter as long as Mowgli remembers singing with her BabaBaloo, floating down the lazy water park river on my belly?
Lovely, poetic, and beautiful pics! Thanks so much for sharing your baring.
Also, your post has made me really miss that same time in my life, when traveling light meant living free. They're not called "trappings" for nothing. Kids made me take on more of them than I would like. My new philosophy is "eat and poop"... if we keep eating without pooping, we die. So, once I've filled up my hangers, then I can't buy another shirt without throwing one away. It's not as romantic as my old way, but it is as affective.
Good luck with freeing yourself.
I understand completely! In my younger, wilder days, I was the nomad of the family. No one wrote my adress/phone number in ink. Now that I've got a family and have lived in the same house for 16 years, I shudder to think of all the crap this old house contains.
Love the photos... the garden, the kittens, the pole beans. Must come back to visit again.