A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Naturally, this title is an exaggeration.

But do you remember the superb auction man who was going pick up all my worldly goods and get good prices for them? He was going to polish my furniture with rose oil? He was even going to box all the smaller items for me? The one who promised me the moon — and I fell for it.

He was supposed to come back with movers a few days after our initial meeting. He did not show. He did not call. This happened a few times. Each time he was so understanding of my needs, so attentive, so desirous of helping, and each time he didn’t show and didn’t call.

Well, I was not born yesterday, and after about two months of diddling around, I found another auction man, one who has already come and picked up all the major pieces. His name is Roger, and he is the salt of the earth. You could pin your life on him.

It is amazing all that I had crammed into this house. For some reason, I must have thought that every corner, every nook and cranny had to have something filling it, that every surface had to have a dozen things on it, and every closet had to be full of clothes that don’t fit and shoes I don’t wear. This was definitely the old thinking that God talks about so much in Heavenletters™

From now on I’m going to be Zen, and I mean it!

Posted by Gloria on March 29th, 2008 under these topics
Decluttering, Purely Personal, Godwriting Journal

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Reply from Margaret W on March 29, 2008

Such wonderful news! How are you celebrating this big step toward your new life in Argentina? Love and blessings, Margaret

Reply from paula on March 29, 2008

I don’t even dare to think what it would take to clear up our apartment. Just when I decided to throw some things away, my husband and my son decided to start collecting all kinds of things (from comic books to football teams scarfs). Every time I try to do some cleaning, I get so depressed I have to give up. I guess I still have something to learn from this, if only I knew what. And this relates also to your entry about the old couple and the cow. I just wish God could make it easier for us to see the good fortune behind our misfortunes.

Reply from Gloria on March 29, 2008

Beloved Margaret, I thought of celebrating too! In fact, I tried to think of celebrating rather than all that is yet left for me to do! I didn’t mention that there were lots of smaller items that I simply didn’t get to box for Roger to take. So Lauren and I are getting more boxes and packing more things and will take a carful to Roger’s place early next week.

At least there is space now for all these piles everywhere!

This is what takes so long now, sorting into:

Books to used book store and/or friends

All other items to:

give away, throw away, take to Roger, and to keep to use until I leave with the possibility of taking to Argentina if need and space in the motor home allow.

I know one celebration will be walking through a spotlessly clean and neat house with clear space everywhere!

Paula, I used to think, years and years ago:

What on earth will I do with all this stuff if I ever move? It was too terrible to even think about!

Paula, what added discomfort I would feel surrounded by other people’s stuff — I don’t know. I have a friend whose whole dining room has been taken over by her husband’s paper and paraphernalia everywhere! I have seen decorating shows where the husband’s baseball hats etc. take over the whole house!

Reply from One on March 29, 2008

In the greatest city noise there is silence. In the overflowing bottle there is emptiness. I think it’s that silence or space that they call Zen and it’s something within. God keeps pointing us to that “within” by using the world.

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