I’ve been thinking about keepsakes.
Objects carry energy, there’s no doubt about it. About 18 months ago, I began to feel an overwhelming need to surround myself with an environment that reflects who I am today.
I have done a great deal of work on my self the past several years. Deep, difficult, but ultimately gratifying and freeing work. It was time to match my outside to my inside.
All the changing and growing that I consciously conjured for my life that I have been living through the last 14 months was inspired by a desire to let go of certain parts of my past and create space for my present.
First, I began the process by sorting through everything I had in my home. Then, I found myself literally finding a new home for my family. After finding financing and going through the arduous process of buying it, we then began the year-long process of renovating it to reflect our needs, taste and lifestyle.
A part of that process was going through everything we owned, seeing what to keep. Choosing what would live with us in our new home.
Furniture and items have been given away with care and love. I’ve thanked these pieces for all they’ve given to our home, and sent them off with blessings for their new homes with other people.
I thought that all of those parts were the challenging parts. They say that buying a new home, moving, and renovating are some of the biggest stressors in life. We are finally in our new home as of a month ago. Now we are in the phase of settling in. It has been an unexpectedly rough transition. Turns out, all the change I thought I was handling so beautifully really wasn’t the real change part. This is.
A mentor expressed it perfectly. We literally transplanted ourselves into the future we imagined and then have created for ourselves. It is taking time to establish our roots again, each in our own way. It is a delicate thing, this transplantation.
Back to keepsakes.
I really pared it down. Way, way down. Let go of things I never thought I could or would want to. Now that all the boxes are emptied and places found for our things, I am amazed at all the space I have created.
I do not miss the missing things.
My heart’s wish is that they are being enjoyed by just the right person now.
I did keep one thing from our old home. A chair that was my grandmothers, now repainted and reupholstered. It has always brought me such joy. I remember playing in it as a 4 year old!
As I establish my new roots in the ground of my present, I relish the space that is here with me. I want to fill the space with relationships, creativity, and love.
The new view from my window holds new keepsakes: sunsets and clouds will be my new souvenirs. I think I will thrive in this new land.