I used to be the most serious person in the world. Now I have fun. I have fun writing this blog. Maybe joy is a more comprehensive word to use. I have joy in just about everything I do. Well, except for...
Well, except for doing dishes and trying to organize and pack for trip to South Africa, packing which includes giving away a lot and putting sundry things together intended for Lauren, my daughter, and things to store, such as winter clothes, and figuring out what to take with me to South Africa and not to take. The international airlines allow only fifty pounds. The lightweight suitcase weighs ten pounds which really leaves only forty pounds to take with me.
I will certainly be joyous when I'm all sorted out and ready to go!
It's really true that our possessions own us. So much to take care of. And this is even after I did away with 95% of accumulated things before I moved to where I presently live. I was a collector. I collected lunch boxes, napkin rings to just mention a few.
I have always loved the idea of how it was with America Indians in the days when, at a moment's notice, the women would roll up their personal and household possessions in a blanket and were ready to travel. How simple were their lives.
Instead of applying myself to sorting things out here, it may be that I am spending way too much time imagining how I will love lolling on the beach, splashing in the Indian Ocean, walking barefoot in the sand, collecting shells and stones, building sand castles, watching Heaven Admin surf, fanning myself in the summer sun, unable to remember what winter is like, and wishing every one of you could be enjoying the Indian Ocean too...