; to set free from restraint, confinement, or servitude
I have come to a place where I no longer feel the need to do “scene from Portlandia” – requiring background checks on people buying items I love.
It just amazes me how the object finds the owner.
Recently there was a pitcher … so special, so rare I flinched every time someone picked it up.
Last week that sweet little pitcher found its person, and now is on its way back East.
It brought me to a place of enjoyment to know I had loved it – and now, after 100 years of life it’s passed to the next guardian.
Having a little studio on the delta waterways … it’s not rocket science. But it has been a plethora of experiences – computer skills that were never great and have brought me to tears, now are starting to come back at a decrepit pace.
Cutting flowers from my little cutting garden for the shop (trying to enjoy the process and not hacking blooms off because I’m late to set up); having my dogs with me at work, meeting new dogs and the people they own, crazy as I am about these incredible little beings.
Sweeping dried flowers off the floor, all day every day … being in a building that could tell me stories that I would want to hear over and over again.
Learning how to let go of perfection, be in the moment and not sweat the stupid stuff (my sister is laughing right now), instead of doing what I should be doing – watching a BBC English series part 1, 2 and part of 3.
“Letting go” …
Even the phrase brings a sense of freedom. Here’s to letting it go and keeping what’s worth having emotionally and physically!