I’ve been packing in readiness to travel. At this moment I’m not sure if it will be a three week trip or a two month one. All depends on my getting a visa in time to get to a monastic event at Shasta Abbey. It starts on the 18th September. As the days go by it’s looking more and more like I’ll be taking the short hop across the Pennines rather than the long haul over the Atlantic. But I’ve needed to pack as if I were going to be away for two months in still-warm California while at the same time prepare to be togged up for wet and windy autumnal Northumberland. It has been an odd time.
I’ve taken this opportunity to go through my belongings and sift out items no longer used or needed to then take to the charity shop. A batch of books went a couple of weeks ago. Invariably as the sifting becomes more and more refined certain items repeatedly turn up and resist resolution. Here above are the current items haunting me. The watch works but a new strap costs more than the watch when new. It gave good service and I’m loathed to part with it – a pocket watch perhaps. Those three buttons with Royal Robins inscribed on them? Can’t throw them away, can’t give them away. And so it goes on. It is amazing how much time and energy can go into dealing with small objects. A paper clip, a safety pin, an elastic band, an old staple and a tiny zip lock bag. The staple is bin bound and the rest I’ll take care of.
As with small and seemingly insignificant objects so too with small and seemingly insignificant thoughts. They deserve to be seen, loved and let go of.