The book is on the way. In between yoga classes, work at the theater, web design work and the work on the book I have been packing up my house. Twenty-five years worth of accumulation are going into boxes, into trash cans, off to friends. As I sort through it, I am getting a glimpse of what impermanence is. The house seemed like a stable launching platform for the lives of the family. Now it is obvious that it is just shifting sand. A room of furniture to one relative. A room to another. A couple pieces to the new house. A couple to storage. Many boxes marked yard sale. Some marked shred. Some marked store. A little girl’s tutu and ballet shoes. A young boy’s soccer jersey. All grown up now. Letting go of old things makes room for new energy to move into life. Patanjali says that perfecting aparigraha (non-hoarding) brings knowledge of the why and wherefore of past and future incarnations. The whys escape me but I feel lighter and ready for new things.
I am reminded also that everything in life passes. We eventually let go of each and every possession and even our bodies at some point. Life is not a store, but a lending library. I have to go pack some more boxes.