Purge!
Oh it feels just so effing great to do! I mean really.
Many of you know my Buddhist and Eastern influenced life philosophy. It is a huge aspect as to why I am The Anti-Pack Rat. Impermanence. Utility. the ability to LET GO. It is healing, cathartic and good for energetics. Clutter drives me NUTS and it was starting to build up around here. That on top of the fact that both kiddos are old enough to keep themselves amused in a SAFE way such that Hubby and I are able to clear stuff out quickly.
We had new carpets installed this week and in preparation I needed to clear out everything from the floors of our closets. All of that stuff went to that infinite space known as the garage... where Hubby could not park for the rest of the week until this was dealt with.
Saturday it just all clicked and it was great. A wonderful woman I have just recently met and like is doing a triathlon for Leukemia... yeah, team in training. Sandy (who has a blog on her training) is having a garage sale, and all the items are donated and all the proceeds go to her commitment for the tri. I thought this was really cool, and wanted to give her support without losing cash flow. We filled up her minivan. Then a pregnant friend stopped by and picked up a BUNCH of baby boy stuff. We cleaned out our office/wardrobe/ catchall. I organized two more bags of too small for baby girl clothes. We had a trip to the dump. Hard work. good work.
It freed up the chi! I feel like I can breathe again. On an energetic level it felt like regaining the house from a static that comes with too much *stuff*. I am looking forward to boxing up the now not needed so much NUMEROUS rattles and baby books and such, while not rushing baby Girl out of using them.
I do have a special box though. A box that holds the outfits my babes wore home from the hospital. their first shoes, and articles of clothing that just scream "Remember how I LOVED this?!? Things I imagine I'll dump on them like my mom dumped a couple boxes on me recently. I have no doubt that this box will multiply many times over in the years to come. Boxes we know nothing about but open from time to time and get transported back to loooong forgotten memories. But maybe I will hold tight to these boxes I'm starting now... so I can transport myself to remembering when my babes fit easily in one arm for carrying. When they had shoes so tiny, smelled so sweet. Who knows.. in their teenage years I may keep these boxes in the master bedroom so Hubby and I can look at them each night and keep our heads straight. The Bjorn and the sling alone would do it, really.