I watched as they hauled the last of our stuff away. I reminded myself they are just things.
“Let us remember this for the next time. All of these things, we are getting rid of” I said to my wife a few days ago. And it is true, we kept what have value to us, donated a ton and I watched as they hauled the last of our stuff away. Just things. It is a reminder that in the end they do not mean anything, as they are so easily parted with.
As we leave this house, it certainly wasn’t about the furniture and the hangers and the dresser with the broken drawer. We were here for a year and it was a bittersweet year. My wife and I both agreed it never felt like “home”, for many reasons.
Throughout the day, I felt this deep, deep sense of attachment to many things here, especially outside. Spiritually, I am in a significantly better place than I ever have been. The connection I feel to all that is around me, we are all One.
I sat outside for an hour and simply felt.
The trees and flowers in the yard thriving.
A ball lost in the bushes.
I hear my daughter giggling and opening the sliding door, although she is thousands of miles away.
I see my son climbing the giant hill behind the house.
The little remnants of a year of living and loving here.
Much of it didn’t mean anything at the time and I failed to realize it meant everything. It wasn’t sadness, rather a powerful connection to all around me. All that happened here. It wasn’t gone, it was right here happening again.
It is what it means to simply “be here now.” To smile and love and enjoy the sticks and the rocks and the scraps of paper dropped and picked flowers and the giggles and mud piles and holes and climbing dangerously and broken toys.
For in those moments it was all it ever was and ever needed to be.
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