The basement is quite nearly, truly, magical. I am probably just three boxes away from the great purge getting put onto ebay. Then, I am but seven days away from it all being out of the house. Once and for all.
A friend of mine wrote this to me a few weeks ago, "I know so many people who hide behind their stuff. It serves as a great barrier." Isn't that just the truth? I've been hiding behind stuff for far too long. Each item that I sell or put in the trash is a representation of letting something go.
What comes with this are tears, and thoughts of "where did this all go so horribly awry?" and, "Dear god, let it never get this bad again."
My basement and my body. Barometers of my state of mind.
My Facebook picture today talks about love, compassion, kindness and faith. This is the journey I have been on. I could NEVER have imagined today, right this instant, a year ago. THAT I am 100% certain of. I will give good since we all know, we get what we give. In spades. And karma can be brutal.
And because it's just how my brain works, I must now present you with some Boy George. You'll sing it all day. You're welcome.