Just Enough or It's All Too Much: FROM TOO MUCH TO ENOUGH: AN ON-GOING TALE OF A YARD SALE

Monday, March 5, 2012

FROM TOO MUCH TO ENOUGH: AN ON-GOING TALE OF A YARD SALE

From Too Much to Enough: An On-Going Tale
Had another episode of the ongoing Yard Sale today.
All this stuff has become such a burden in the following ways:
Too much mass
Too much space filled and required
Too much weight
Too much quantity
Too much attention required
Too many diversions
Too many insecurities revealed

And now, the blessing is the release of those many things which no longer, or never have served my higher purpose, or any necessary purpose whatsoever.
Beautiful gifts, charming and poignant antique treasures, cute little schotchkes (sp), outgrown, never used, emblems of unfulfilled dreams, collections of fear-based stockpiles, hauled to Tennessee from Florida, never used and filling space , creating dams and blockages…
It is with discomfort and some angst I am letting go of these many things, for so much less than their fair market value. Some very nice people are getting some very, very good deals on some very nice things.
After years of putting on yard sales in South Florida, dealing with certain immigrants walking off with armloads of clothes for a buck, just to get rid of them, not to mention yard sale shop lifters (can you believe it!?!?!) I was really annoyed by someone today who tried to pull some of the same tricks. A box of craft items was listed at a dollar. What does she do? She crams double handfuls of additional items into the box, demanding it all for fifty cents, then stacking up nine pair of jeans, pants and a skirt priced ridiculously low at a buck a piece, and a beautiful new semi-formal dress priced at 7.50 in a big pile and demanded the whole thing for five dollars. I was adamant. She got snotty and I chased her off. I will not be taken advantage of any longer. Enough is enough.
Putting these things back into the flow has the advantage of unblocking blocked energy and assuring that all that which is needed will have the opportunity to arrive.
But I have the responsibility to respect these things and assure that they are placed into the flow in a respectful manner and not dumped carelessly and without fair recompense.
Allowing oneself to be cheated is far different from donating things to a charity which is also a valid way of placing things back in the flow.
In other words, I have recognized my responsibility for the things I have acquired to receive fair exchange, and thus avoid denigrating their intrinsic value.
This is a form of transformation. I am transforming myself from a messy borderline hoarder to a person with a handle on simplicity, and with only those things that are useful and bring me a sense of joyfulness.
This is quite a difficult dragon to slay: one with much tenacity. But I truly understand that once you have identified a demon, it is more easily slain.
More to sell in a week or so, because enough is enough and too much is too much.

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The Coffee Shop

Well, here we sit. Do you have your coffee? Or beverage of choice? We can imagine ourselves at one of those nice little round tables at Starbucks or at Panera's. Perhaps your town has an old-fashioned diner that serves the best coffee and pie in the world.
Let's talk about life. You can listen to me pontificate, reading my blogs. Please note, though, that I would like this to be a tete'a tete'; a conversation; a give and take. So, please comment. Argue if you wish, agree if you desire to do so, but know that we have just one guideline: Civility.
Civility allows for disagreement but precludes name-calling and foul language. Strong language to make a point need not be accusatory nor vicious. Solutions do not arise from head-butting. Only from sharing, thinking, and willingness to broaden one's horizons.
So, welcome and enjoy! Do they have rhubarb pie here?
So Mote It Be

CRYSTALS, STONES AND GIFTS FROM MOTHER EARTH

At a mere four-years old, I was crawling around in the Hogan's driveway searching among their large chunks of ordinary limestone gravel for the shapes I liked best. Squirreling them away in my pockets, I stole back to our house next door where my water color tray and brush was all ready and waiting for me with a jelly glass of water for dipping my brush.

Working studiously over a newspaper, I colored each of these chunks of gravel, even giving some of them dots to make them more unique. (Four years old, remember.)

Setting them to dry, I often took time for Kool-aid and Fig Newtons, then when the stones were dry, and I was done with my treat, I loaded them into my little red wagon and pulled them around the block, which was as far as I could go alone, not yet being allowed to cross streets.

I stopped first at Kemplie's house. Mr. Kemplie owned the local icecream parlor, where soft serve in wonderful flavors like lemon and peach was available on hot summer nights. Since it was mid-afternoon, he had not yet gone to work. I could count on him as much for his business as he knew he could count on Grandma and me for ours. He usually only bought one, and it was always solid colored. He liked the blue ones best. I tucked his coins in my pocket along with the gravel dust from my earlier harvesting expedition.

I don't recall all of the other houses I stopped at. I know there was one that I always skipped. Then back around to my street, at Bowen's house the lady upstairs gave me a few pennies for a yellow stone and one with dots. My big sale was also usually my last because Mrs. Dwyer was sweet and kind and I usually scored two nickels from her for whatever was left and she always ooooh'd and ahhh'd and said they were so pretty. Next, at Wassums' they often did not answer the door. When they did it was rather unpleasant, but sometimes I got a penny if I had a red one left.

So you can see, my love of stones began in early childhood. On any trip, my Mom and I always collected rocks. Dad complained about having to move our rock collections back and forth when we sought new housing.

Today, my collection is vast. Probably TOO MUCH, like so much else. But these are friends. Gifts of the Earth. Sometimes one of them becomes a gift to someone else, always with information on its healing properties and spiritual meaning.

The stones, either polished or raw, precious or semi-precious have attributes that make them useful for helping, healing or focusing on some particular issue.

An author named simply, Melody, has written a series of guides about stones and I recommend all of them. Love is in the Earth is the title and much useful and beneficial information is available therein.

Response-Ability

In no particular order, because they seem equally significant, we each have the following duties as living breathing beings:
To care for other living beings and our lovely planet tenderly, and with harm to none.
To be aware, cognizant and alert to the world around us. And to do so without agitating or looking for trouble. Just to live with our eyes open.
To be willing to do whatever is necessary to protect the innocent and to protect freedom.
For those of us who are blessed to be Americans, we must be diligent especially to protect our freedoms, our Bill of Rights, and to watch over our Constitution to assure that it remains strong and inviolate.
For those who are native to any of the other countries on Earth, it behooves you each to work to maintain or achieve freedom and liberty for all good people and to promote kindness and goodwill toward all. We are all members of the human family and viloence toward each other is disfunctional and unacceptable.
To be the best we can be at any given time under any circumstances. To be the best we have been created to be. We are not talking straight A's or any ranking thing like that. This means, to follow the guidlines for living as given to us by the Great Spirit and stipulated in the Golden rule. If you are in a culture or religious organization that does not have the Golden Rule, Google it. It goes like this: 'Do unto others as you would wish them to do unto you.' Simple, huh!

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