Many of the people who know me are aware that I like to move, house, state, and country over the years. I have become very good at packing, and seldom have a breakage of anything in the move.
Over the years I have disposed of and re-bought houses, furniture and the like, however the one thing I have seemed to have kept is paperwork.
Boxes of it, seriously. From time to time I throw a lot of it out, however it still accumulates, and almost seems to breed all on its own.
Last week I went through a box of receipts and bank statements, and by some judicious removing of statements from envelopes I managed to halve the contents of the box, quite a good job I thought.
Today I managed to compact three boxes into two, slowly and in some instances painfully as I decided which brochures, papers, cards and letters that I could really ‘do without’.
There are a lot of memories in some of those discarded items, the lady who approached me at a Mind Body and Spirit weekend and left me with her brochure. Old brochures of my own from places where I have worked in different states, phone numbers scribbled on the backs of envelopes, and messages on company letterheads. Some brought a smile, others a moment or two of remembrance of the person, or the situation.
Some things I hesitated about throwing away, and then made the supreme sacrifice of letting them go, after all how many copies of the one thing do I really need?.
Some of the things I found were treasures indeed, one was an importnat part of my realisations some years ago of how our bodies can be affected by other people, and as I was away from home and driving when I had the realisation, I pulled over and scribbled my notes on a file divider for want of something else to write on.
This realization will be a great subject to write about another day, and yes I kept the file divider with my notes, even though they have long been typed into a computer file.
Until then
Peace Love and Light
Sheila
