Friday, August 19, 2011

Biggest Baddest Best Yard SALE EVAH

Here it is --better than Christmas Eve...


Bookcases galore, lamps, chairs... --shtuff --even my cross-country skis --Peltonens, poles and boots --with my matching back-country ski pants. Weird bright color so if I were lost, I would be easy to spot --you know... 25 miles back in the lumber roads in the Pacific Northwest... always carried my little stove, Peet's coffee and fig newtons.... oh yeah! --Joel says --what if we end up in New Hampshire or something... and I said, I'll figure out the skis when we get there!


Silver punch bowls, pewter coffee pot, grandma's bowl and pitcher that I've used at Maundy Thursday services, and ashtray from Jerusalem... neither of us smoke....


...luggage, Christmas wrapping paper --oh --my ping pong paddle not even out of the wrapper!



The stuff got too close in the living room --we'll haul the big stuff out on the porch --this stuff is in the kitchen waiting to be hauled out...


And this is the last gasp from the basement --the camping equipment, the yard tools... the closet kit.... Actually, I think this stuff has been breeding --all on its own. Surely in 30 years of marriage we haven't accumulated So. Much. Stuff!!!

--or, maybe we have...

Yes. We have. But it is not the sum of our lives. Incarnational --but surely not the sum.... Actually --this winnowing down has been kinda exciting --in a very strange way --all the stuff has stories --but we keep the stories, and can give the stuff away.

I am reminded of that scene in the movie, The Mission --the guy has dragged the stuff up the cliff... that long, difficult, dangerous cliff...

So, this is what I am doing this fine Saturday. Lightening our load. Learning to carry the stories in a whole new way....

From morning prayer, a portion of Psalm 144

O LORD, what are we that you should care for us? *
mere mortals that you should think of us?
We are like a puff of wind; *
our days are like a passing shadow.

There we are... Peace out.