Unpacking a few containers from my storage locker this week has been like opening Pandora’s box. Wondering, why do I have all this stuff? Clothes, things, books, kitchenware, mementos. Not having these things for over a year now has helped me detach from them. Detach from the things I had also attached my identity to. Now, piles of things I have been sifting through, letting go of to be donated and consigned. Wondering, why have I been storing them? Realizing I was storing these things because I thought they defined me and who I was, my self worth.
Also, objects that I DO deeply value, cherish, and that have great significance. My sacred art collection from beloved friends and pieces I schlepped back from worldly adventures. Kitchen appliances, cookware, and a few treasured pieces of clothing.
Like the contrast of the waning and waxing moons through the months and seasons. The dark depths of the new moon, my attachment to them and not being able to see myself beyond the things. With clarity, understanding, and gratitude that my worth, value, and happiness doesn’t derive from these things, and the power to make new choices everyday. Each passing day, feeling brighter and lighter, like the high tides of the full moon.
Tender after unpacking some of my stuff, and wanting something nourishing and gentle on my belly, I made one of my favorite soup recipes for dinner. Miso soup with baby bokchoy and rice. I love this recipe because it’s simple to make, plant inspired, easy to digest, and nourishing. Transporting me to days trekking in Japan and the simplicity of ‘being’ each day connecting to my breath, food, body, nature and the divine. If you’d like to make this recipe click link here.