I love love Erykah Badu. You know that song, Bag Lady? Well, if there’s one thing I am not, it’s a bag lady. I have traveled, moved and lived around the world, and this lifestyle (which I’ve had since I was a little kid) does not allow for the holding on of stuff. Which I’m beginning to be super grateful for.
Im sitting amidst all of my belongings. Yup, just about. I’ve managed to save only the most important things to me, namely, my tempurpedic, my plants, my altar, my notebooks, my books, my clothes and my laptop. Just yesterday I unpacked the last of my boxes, which had been living in storage since I moved back to New York last september.
I look around me at the unpacked mess. I sit amongst what i’ve brought back from my travels, whether it be a post-it or a crystal. I think back to the stuff I’ve had over the years. All the stuff i lost, mistreated, gave away. And all the stuff that was straight up ripped outta my hands.Thank god that I am not a hoarder, cause i would most certainly have been buried alive in my stuff by now.
Amongst me are my gems, my jewels, my most valuables. My beautiful books on health, wealth and spirituality. My Qoya teacher training manual. Next to it, my Bikram dialogue. Notebooks filled with business ideas and strategies. All of my sacred objects: chakra-tailored essential oils blended in Australia. A jar of organic pure raw honey from a farm near Pittsburgh. A delicately wood-carved Lakshmi statue from India. A wavy tree trunk from Motorway Parkway.
I’m just grateful to have distilled down to one room’s worth all my sacred belongings. Makes it easy to flow, to move, to travel. I’m just grateful to have had the opportunity to practice, over and over again, the art of letting go.
“Let it go, let it go, let it go…”