Most everything we own is in storage, released into boxes. I don’t miss any of it, the important things being right here with me. We needed those stored items to make a comfortable home, and to live what we were living. A stapler, a backup box of staples, the papers to staple, the thoughts for the paper.
I’ve also emptied my brain space of obligations that were sucking up energy and feel I can be open to what arises during this time of pause and exploration, of expanse and rediscovery.
Now anything is possible, and inspirations are everywhere.
I wasn’t able to see this opening without getting out of the clouds.