I have come a long way in the letting-go department. I can just about let go of anything. It’s almost effortless. Definitely, the more I experience letting go of possessions, the easier it gets. I would like to say that practice makes perfect, but yet there always seems to be another deeper level of possession that pops up.

On the good side, I’ve parted with things that a year ago I would not have thought possible. As attached as I was to my mother’s precious possessions, I did part with them. I don’t even feel anymore that my mother would be sad about my parting with them. And I do have to tell you that it is very freeing to be done with physical possessions. I hear a chorus of Hallelujah as I write this!

Now, there are some things that are harder to let go of than others. Wooden spoons, wooden bowls. Green and orange-handled cheapo silverware. I am keeping things I do use pretty much daily. When Heaven Admin comes and says we don’t have room for this or that, it will be a piece of cake for me to leave them. Actually, it will be a treat to have someone else make the decisions! Heaven Admin I promise not to argue!

But just when I thought I was getting good, I discovered something that is very hard for me to let go of. I discovered that something precious to me was lost, and I was devastated. This is attachment at its purest. May I lose all attachment soon and be done with it.

Yesterday I went through the family stories on this blog. To my dismay, I discovered that episodes 3 and 4 about My Brother Sid are missing. If you had seen me, you would have thought I was a victim of a flood or hurricane or something equally dire. But what was lost? A few words I had written. What the words represented was lost a long time ago, and now I’m in a tizzy because the words are gone?!

Of course, there are many blog entries, like the computer ones, I wouldn’t care what happened to them. For the family entries, I did care. Interestingly, it was family stories that got lost.

But, you know, I’ve got to say I am minding this loss less than I did at first. I may even be okay with it.

It is well known that God is what is really worth being attached to, and God can never be lost, so, really, what is there to fuss about?