I thought getting rid of stuff was hard.

I stopped by my local cheap store yesterday, you know the kind, lawn ornaments for every occasion piled sky high in claustrophobic isles and out dated processed food labeled in bright colors and metallic wrapping beckoning coyly from the shelves.
I think it odd, in this day and age something so bright and flashy pulls us in and it's so poisonous for our bodies. How do we fall into that trap? Our predecessors new better than to eat things encased in a flashy coating, wild animals know to leave such things alone, they mean danger and death, but here we are as a society merrily ingesting such things.

But I digress.

I am not a hunter or gatherer but a consumer, so head long into this madness I traverse. My ultimate goal is to grab some storage containers, giant plastic boxes with lids that click soundly into place so I can keep the things I want to retain safe.
I grab four and head for the door, mission accomplished.

I come home, lay them out on the floor, ready to put my most valued treasures in them. What do I want to keep?
This should be easy, I think, but as I wander through the lanes of memory carefully constructed in my humble abode I can't seem to find the first thing.
Suddenly it seems like I can do without any of these things.

I pick up my favorite mug, and think, really? Do I really need to open a box in God knows how many years and find this, will I be glad I kept it?

I look at my shelves of books, a life time worth of collecting, will I really want them?

I don't know.

It makes me think of this quote:

“I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have inherited farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these are more easily acquired than got rid of. Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in. Who made them serfs of the soil? Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt? Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?”
Henry David Thoreau,
Walden, or Life in the Woods

It's odd, something I thought would be so easy is turning out to be quite difficult really.
I am faced with yet another choice, and God knows being a Gemini choosing isn't an easy thing for me. Do I let it all fall into the hands of others, happy we had our time together? Do I hoard objects saturated with my past, do I hang on? What are my most prized possessions and why?

On a separate note, any of you out there with experience in storing clothes and books long term are there words of advice you can pass on to me?



committing to the cause

I got these beauties a little bit ago by the amazing Jesse Tuesday of Tuesday tattoo. I figured if I wasn't already committed to this crazy adventure I sure am now!
                                      Ask to see them in person when I make it to your town!
For the less observant folk in the crowed:
don't worry I still love you.



This has been a long time coming.

But I have a few really really big "thank yous" to go out.
I wanted to say thank you to my donors such as follows:

 Kimberly Connor~Florida
Stockinger Bettina~Germany
Mareike Beiersdorf~Germany
Nancy B Knight~Alabama
Cindy Moon Bear of Malidoma drum and dance~WA
Nancy Young~CA
Margaret Walker~Australia
daniel holzer~CA
Homirah Amiri~Ca
Elina Wannberg~Sweden
Hadley Northrop~CA
Suzanne Scott~CA

You people are awesome. Thanks for believing in me, and for believing in my trip. I'm going to get out there and do it, and knowing that you guys are standing there behind me rooting for me makes all the difference in the world. I love you guys!


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I study and teach ATS style belly dance with FatChanceBellyDance.

I am about to embark on a world tour: