At a recent party, I talked with a friend from church about needing to “release” more of my possessions.
She laughed and said, “I call it ‘transferring my treasures!’”
I replied that both of those images were easier for me that using the term, “getting rid of,” which has harsh overtones for me. We both moaned about how hard, but important, this is to do as we age. When we do, things feel lighter and cleaner. See if this poem helps to encourage you to simplify your life.
Give up the world; give up self; finally give up God.
Find god in rhododendrons, and rocks,
passers-by, your cat.
Pare your beliefs, your absolutes.
Make it simple; make it clean.
No carry-on luggage allowed.
Examine all that you have
with a loving and critical eye, then
throw away some more.
Keep this and only this:
What your heart beats loudly for
what feels heavy and full in your gut.
There will only be one or two
things you will keep,
and they will fit lightly
in your pocket.