My things came!

This weekend my things finally arrived from London. Among the 30 or so boxes was my bed, my bicycles, my artwork, and my art supplies. What a sight for sore eyes! I couldn’t believe how happy it made me to reconnect with my belongings. It was like Christmas unwrapping each item from its box. “Which item will this be?” I wondered, delighted. “Ahh it’s this thing!” and all the lovely, warm feelings of familiarity washed over me.

Some bittersweet memories too, as some things reminded me of things I was really sad to leave in London. There were little bits of paperwork and other nuisances that made me cringe and reminded me of a life I was happy to leave, but for the most part, my items brought me a lot of joy.  It is particularly great to have all my art supplies back and all my art work, which I have hung up around my house. The sewing machine went to the repair shop today (the bobbin winding function is not working, much to my dismay), but as soon as it’s back… watch out!

I also cannot contain my excitement at having my bikes back. Unfortunately, it’s supposed to rain every day this week, so I don’t think there’s a commute in my future this week, but I’m looking forward to it soon.

It was so nice to set up my bed and put my sheets on it. And that first sleep – ahhhhh. So good to have a real bed back. It’s funny how we take these little pleasures of life for granted. And then you get them back and it feels so luxurious.

I have to say though, all this delighting in earthly possessions has made me wonder if I am more of a consumer than I thought I was. I’m surprised I am so attached to things, but indeed as I have filled up my new place over the last few weeks and now that I have all my things from London, I can’t help but feel more comfortable and at home. How is it that things can do this?

I’ve always thought buying a lot of stuff is kind of toxic – bad for the planet and just unnecessary. But now that I am so happy to back with my things, I find it an interesting paradox. Maybe I just want to advocate for buying good stuff?

Resisting growth

Isn’t it funny how we resist doing things we know are good for us? Why do we do this?

Sometimes, I resist trying something new even though I know I will enjoy it and it will do me good. Why is growing and doing new things so hard?

This week, I’ve been struggling to adapt my routine to accommodate a new yoga practice, deemed “homework” by the tantric yoga workshop I am currently doing. It’s a simple breathing exercise and a few rounds of sun salutations which should take 15 minutes max. And yet today is the first day I’ve been able to make myself do it.

It was pretty intense. I got very lightheaded. It will be interesting to try it again tomorrow!

Music: Leon Bridges

Rivers have always been places of revival for me. I feel like Leon Bridges understands. Seems especially fitting on American Independence day when I am thinking of all my friends back home and that beautiful Hudson River.

Been traveling these wide roads for so long
My heart’s been far from you
Ten-thousand miles gone

Oh, I wanna come near and give ya
Every part of me
But there is blood on my hands
And my lips aren’t clean

In my darkness I remember
Momma’s words reoccur to me
“Surrender to the good Lord
And he’ll wipe your slate clean”

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Oh, go on
Take me to your river
I wanna know

Tip me in your smooth waters
I go in
As a man with many crimes
Come up for air
As my sins flow down the Jordan

Oh, I wanna come near and give ya
Every part of me
But there is blood on my hands
And my lips aren’t clean

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Go on,
Take me to your river
I wanna know

I wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Lord, please let me know
Take me to your river
I wanna know