Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2012
For days now...maybe even longer, I've been thinking of letting go.
This often happens for me at this time of year. I'm confident I am not alone in this type of reflection during the New Year season.
Some of that letting go is a reflection on 'stuff' as I have mentioned in the past. Some of that letting go is of feelings, attitudes or memories that no longer work for me.
Even though it can be hard sometimes, stuff is a lot easier to let go of!
I was reading over at Roz's blogplace tonight. Her beautiful post inspired me to put something down here to depict what I am feeling, thinking, and doing.
The picture above represents that to me. It is both 'stuff' and feelings. I have taken action to let it go. I have listed these vintage late 1960's wall art for sale on a local FaceBook page.
I will welcome the few dollars it will bring in, but more importantly,
I will embrace its absence.
These two wall plaques were sent to me by someone who should have been important to me, but never really earned that place. I was a child, maybe 10 or 11 years old. Now when I look at them, I think that this was an odd gift for a child. My sister received the 'cool' ones with designs of peace or love or something. I wanted the cool ones...I was old enough - I understood those symbols. These made no sense to me. They confused and unsettled me. But this person didn't really know me, so this is what I got. They hung in my childhood bedroom because they were mine. They were the set that this sister got. So I hung them. For years.
However, I never liked them. But I kept them.
I kept them because there was so little connection with this person who should have been important. I kept them because I thought the few 'things' sent to me showed how this person cared. I'm not so sure about that anymore. I'm not sure how or how much that person cared. It's unimportant now. It's time to let it go.
Maybe not all of it, all at once.
But, I'm starting with this.
Finding these in a tub in the storage shed confirmed just how ridiculous some of our habits and hanging-on's can be.
Now...what else no longer serves me?