Decluttering for the Soul: Broken Lamps & Letting Go
The lamp stood in its spot, unused, but as a reminder of the courage it took to leave the well-worn path behind and forge my own way forward.
The lamp stood in its spot, unused, but as a reminder of the courage it took to leave the well-worn path behind and forge my own way forward.
I searched the branches with my tiny binoculars for a splash of red. There were a few Crested Guan roosted in the branches, but no Quetzal that I could see.
Living with the seasons reminds us to work with Earth’s natural rhythms and how tuning into them can help us move through the years with more ease.
This was where society said I would find happiness and contentment. Instead, I found only drudgery, desolation, and despair.
This experience taught me to treat every trip as its own living entity. If I allow it, Life will put me exactly where I need to be.
As I stepped off the plane in the Arlanda Airport, a flood of memories nearly bowled me over. I was back where it all began.
By the time I arrived in France, my monstrous suitcase was not only ridiculously awkward in size, but it was also pushing fifty pounds.
The red rock canyons have given me a touchstone I can return to when my world feels unsettled and wobbly. I need only remember what it feels like to stand in awe of their majesty to feel grounded again.
“Sure! No problem. I’m on it,” was all I could manage, hoping I didn’t look as shocked and out of sorts as I felt. We hashed out a few details, then I was left to figure it out.
Progress isn’t linear, it’s built one small decision at a time. We can’t choose to get back up again if we never stumble and fall.
Though the city has seen incredibly dark times, it stands out in my mind as a beacon of light and hope, a shining example of resilience.
My anger often signals that an important boundary has been crossed. It also tells me what I’m passionate about and the causes I want to support.