With the move and all, with the disappearance of so many objects and so-called possessions,

I feel that I am doing amazingly well. What is there left for me to be attached to? Some books. Out of hundreds, maybe thousands, I have about 25 left.

I have to ask myself, how and why did I accumulate so much? And how come so much of what I accumulated and have treasured is not wanted by others?

For example, the Thai skirt in the photo above. I used it as a hanging where there was no door. Never a minute has gone by that I haven’t loved this Thai skirt. And yet no one has blinked an eye at it. So, now, off to the Woman’s Shelter in Ottumwa it goes. If I’m lucky, there will be someone there who will agree with me that it is art.

So many of my treasures are not treasures any more. They have just become the objects that they always were. Will you believe that I had decorated some pre-Civil War beams with various belts made of metal and sparkling colored glass, and sashes made of silk, and necklaces –  one with a little wooden painted box that opened and you could put little things in — and big dangling earrings meant for a tall person, and so on. So much of my life was entangled with bejeweled objects.

This morning, in my personal Godwriting™, I told God that I thought I was doing amazingly well, for I find myself ready to leave where I have lived for over fifteen years,  even eager to move to one room in someone else’s house where Heaven Admin will have  another room in the same house and where my life will be the same or different, and yet not quite my life, for I often feel far away from it.

Instead of running downstairs to write down a Heavenletter™, I will just take a few steps to the computer in the same room. My life will be compacted, and yet how is it that I am feeling expanded?

What I really wanted to tell you is what God said to me this morning in personal Godwriting. He said: “You are being scattered to the winds.”

When God says it, I love it.  It’s like I’m being dispersed.

Where is home? It is no longer where I live.

What do I own? Nothing.

What do I have? Everything.