June 14, 2012

Rubber Ducky, You Were the One

Now that summer is full on, I am in purge mode. 
Summer is "good finds" season for Gleaners along my street. 
 I am more seriously than ever before going through my belongings and thinking about—and feeling —their weight. The weight of responsibility for owning these THINGS is weakening, especially as I gather, sort and cull. The way I have experience my world is that if I need/want something and I am patient...and I "ask the universe" for will eventually make its way into my life. This frees me to get rid of a lot knowing that I can say anon or adieu

This is a funny dance to witness: The Dragging Tango.
I have dragged many things from out of the basement to the think better (or worse) and then drag them back inside. Watch this for a few seasons. This is the story of the bed frame below. Still, I have its matching dressers (tall and short) but the bed is long gone after its final waltz. My aunt suffered in that bed. Do I really want to sleep in it someday? I thought I could make it into a bench or that breaking up the set would be a major tsk tsk. But then I realized that was just my justification muscle flexing. To the curb once and for all. 

Another tripping hazard in my purging process: Garbage Guilt.
I picture the landfills. So to help with this feeling, instead of just throwing something away, I taking photos (like these below) and post Craig's List "Curb Alerts." I do this for other people's past yard/garage sale curb stuff, too...better to have it go to homes for a new life than into the landfills or shipped off to another country!

Reduction—Deduction: Many car loads and trips to the Salvation Army, too. I have a blast doing this!, the goals is to not come out of the Sally with anything.  Nicer designer clothing, shoes and treasures to my consignment shops: Consignment Chic, Main Street Consignment and New To You. Ahh, lighter already. Pretty soon I will have nothing to bring to them.

This cleaning out is a very difficult task for me as these things are powerful and loaded with meaning. I also enjoy the process and organizing remembering...and then I hear those words of truth..."you can't take it with you." I read somewhere that just because someone gave you something (even for a special occasion) it does not mean the gift came with a lifetime contract to keep and care for it forever. It is the receivers responsibility to accept the gift with gratitude and respect. That is enough.

As an artist is is easy for me to find beauty and potential value in just about everything, a possible re-purposing, new life and another page to its provenance. My tastes are changing, which is fascinating to observe and be present in the process of this change. It is like watching a dream— knowing it is a dream. 

More...coming to a curb near you.

1 comment:

Dan said...

Do you want to come help me with my attic and basement? It should keep us busy for a long time.