I’m easily overwhelmed – and the moving process I’m in the middle of is really challenging my peace of mind. Normally I try one of the following two when the world gets noisy:
- I sit down to write.
- I meditate.
But now I have nowhere to sit!!!!
I’m running back and forth between two houses, having my notebook in one and my pencils in the other, having all my books in boxes and no food in either fridge … its a complete chaos around here, and the only one who can sort it out – is me…! I’m totally drowned in my own world.
Don’t own so much clutter that you will be relieved to see your house catch fire
hm …
sub rosa 
LIfe is just chaos sometimes. Breathe in spite of it… deeply.
Moving! I have done this too many times. You have my blessings. The worst is the books. During the moving process books take on the consistency and weight of depleted uranium. You have to be very clever with them. Tell them fairy tales. Take them out and show them the stars. Keep them in their place, see. Let them know who they’re dealing with.
4000!
I just used this same quote by Wendell Berry (along with a partial poem) in a post I did on consumerism. Now I’m browsing the blogosphere looking for fellow Berry-ites. I hope your move goes well.
Peace & Non-tensities,
Tony
Thank you, I believe I will survive …
But I must admit I totally understand & agree with WB’s comment on clutter (& consumerism).
all the best,
sigrun
Yup. That’s what we have here. You’ll have to pick leaders, who can tell the others. I suggest some books of poems, because they’re more portable. War and Peace would be too heavy. See how that goes?
Joseph und seine Brüder? Der Mann ohne Eigenschaften? À la recherche du temps perdu …?
Ai-yai-yai-yai-yai!
Moving is very difficult. There comes a point in life where we have accumulated so many things.
I hope that nightmare is about to end.