You Move Me

Well not you, maybe, but yesterday I was moved, and now I live elsewhere. It all went amazingly well. Steve's friends volunteered to help, and spending the day with them, watching them haul my ridiculous heap of belongings was actually a great way to feel like I'm part of the family. I really love that these friends called asking to help - so generous with their time, and they all spent the day reassuring me that it really wasn't that much stuff.

Stuff. I've been thinking a lot about stuff. I have too much of it, which really doesn't jibe with my core philosophy of wishing to tread lightly upon the earth, of wanting to be happy with what is in front of me. I don't want more things. We talked about this last night and Steve referenced the line in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, "Do you own your stuff, or does it own you?" Yesterday - hell, all last week as I grunted through packing boxes - I felt owned by my things. So, I'm going to try something: for every new thing I acquire, I must rid myself of two or more things I already own. I want to travel more lightly in this life.

What else? Oh, my office. I LOVE it. So peaceful, so conducive to concentration.

Finally, I'm curious: who works for www.ginelectronics.com?

- K