I'm working on clearing out all the needless stuff from my boat. This includes unfinished projects, equipment for work I can no longer do, things I've kept only because they're too cute to get rid of, and so on. It's been sufficiently, um, absorbing that I have neglected the blogs, but I'm playing catch-up online as I take an hour or two this morning to step back and breathe.
One realization that has helped me tremendously is the insight that NOTHING IS WASTED. I realized this when I held up a shirt that I had worn for a sweaty project: it was too smelly to use as a rag, but I couldn't bring myself to wash it (laundry costs), and I realized it ought to go in the bin.
In a century or three, it will make very nice dirt for something to grow in. And isn't it possible, I found myself thinking, that holding relentlessly to individual human scales of usefulness and time is a little ... well, ethnocentric isn't even the word. Speciecentric? ... We are, after all, part of a greater reality which none of us will see the end of.
This expands on an idea I had long ago: that I don't have to hold everything inside my skin. I was meditating to escape pain one day, and it followed me in, the jerk. So I took the idea that I'm just one drop in the ocean of humanity, and as my sense of awareness grew and expanded, the pain did not -- it dissipated, being spread so wide over the whole world, and went away.
It was waiting for me when I got back, of course, but for one thing there was less of it; for another, the break did me a lot of good.
So I'm working on expanding my awareness. It makes it easier to detach from Things -- objects whose main purpose is to take up space, use up mental energy, and carry some emotional trigger that, in fact, I probably don't need. Life is quite emotional enough without the needless triggers, thanks.