For some reason I lost my attraction to material things about
eleven years ago. I lived in a big house on beautiful land and did not lack for anything. It was all paid off. Stuff just didn't seem important to me anymore. I
craved submersion in experience. Shortly thereafter, I sold off belongings and told
friends and loved ones that I intended to “disappear into the
matrix of the world.” Some laughed, but this is what I did. I left
the United States and traveled around the globe for a year. Along the
way, I stepped into THE DREAM, a condition of consciousness where
everything has meaning and purpose but nothing is permanent. I loved being in flux—open to the
next surprising event that would illumine my mind. Even the mishaps
had a part to play in THE DREAM.
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| Laundry day, Burano, Italy |
I am surprised that even now, I do not have much that I crave or
need to have. I rent a house, own my vehicle, have essentials for my
artwork and creative pursuits and am debt free. I don't need to own
anything to be happy. I keep waiting for the feeling to come into me
that says, “Buy something permanent.” This spring I got some
faint suggestions that it might be nice to buy a house and live by a
river, giving it my own artistic touches and making it a place of
peace and creativity. But its just a romantic imagination. Perhaps it
will arrive and perhaps not.
I have been going back to THE DREAM, seeing my life through its
prism. It is fantastic and I feel it is my real HOME.
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| Dock at Ipsos, Greece |
1 comment:
Something about the dock photo says it all (about the dream). That's call that you have embraced impermanence.
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