One of my favourite books as listed on Blogger is Brian Patten's Love Poems. In this, one of the poems that I come back to most frequently is 'It is time to tidy up your life'. I was reminded of this again recently when reading a blog entry by nmj on keeping pebbles from the beach.Somewhat obliquely, it struck me that I still have a pile of boarding passes and other such 'junk' from my travels to Vancouver and Hawai´i this summer. Why have I kept them for so long? Probably because I want to hold onto the experiences from that trip for as long as possible.
There's plenty to read about Hawai´i on blogs elsewhere (for example by Anna MR). But I sense that the time has come to recycle the ticket stubs and allow the feelings to resurface in my own consciousness.
4 comments:
Ah, I used to be a terrible hoarder, but now I am less sentimental and chuck things out! I like your phrase about allowing feelings to resurface in your own consciousness.
Thanks, nmj. Strange, isn't it, how we sometimes seem to need permission from ourselves to experience certain feelings.
Mmm, maybe that is more of a male trait, what do you think? As someone who often feels hijacked by the intensity of her own feelings, I think I should ask myself permission more often to feel, it might be less exhausting . . .
Interesting question, to which I cannot claim any particular insight. It can also be pretty exhausting asking oneself for permission to feel, as that implies 'wrong' or 'out of place' feelings, and therefore guilt, which is certainly an energy-draining emotion.
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