We often hold onto life through our papers and photos. The “important” documents.
The china sets. The tables. The afghans.
The “might need someday” items that surround our particular stage design.
The things considered valuable.
Are they?
Or are they just filling up space?
The space of an empty room. A sad heart.
The space of a life unfulfilled.
Our possessions provide a bulky, long-lasting comfort to the ebb and flow,
a reminder of things which have passed.
As someday we will.
Much of what we consider valuable
will end up in a dumpster,
with relatives cursing or crying over the task.
You don’t have to be a minimalist to discern what is gold.
Our possessions can so easily possess us,
as we allow them. There’s energy in every one of those items.
Energy that holds us to a memory or emotion.
The ties that bind become a house weighted down.
What frees you now
and provides a more perfect death
is to have the courage to release what is no longer needed
in this perfect life you are living right now.
