A stack of small empty picture frames gives a clue of my willingness to drastically downsize. Empty bookshelves tell a story of determined clearing. I’m still holding on to my two dozen journals that tell my story of striving for fulfilling expression and authentic work. It’s interesting to me to observe my past in terms of how I interpreted my struggles before my “awakening” to the Radical Forgiveness perspective that everthing happens as part of my spiritual growth.
I’ve hit my stride now with relative ease with letting things go. My car is full again with stuff Im willing to give away – books, fabric, aprons, handmade olacemats