When first reading your article, I thought maybe you had been living in LA and were now homeless! Glad to see that this was your choice for a while (and so sorry for all those whose choice this was not).
Although I absolutely agree with you about the anchors that 'things' put on us and the need to limit them, there are also categories of …
When first reading your article, I thought maybe you had been living in LA and were now homeless! Glad to see that this was your choice for a while (and so sorry for all those whose choice this was not).
Although I absolutely agree with you about the anchors that 'things' put on us and the need to limit them, there are also categories of 'things', such as artwork one has done oneself or journals that one has written from the age of 16 (now in my mid-70s), that don't allow for answers that I can find comfort in. The thought of a future absence of the voluminous number of notebooks in which I've written my life, and some of the clay sculptures I've made through the years that express my joy and my pain, is hard to contemplate. Even though as others have said, in the end we will be leaving it all behind, to be deprived of these while living would be like living without memory. Yes, I am that anchored by them.
When first reading your article, I thought maybe you had been living in LA and were now homeless! Glad to see that this was your choice for a while (and so sorry for all those whose choice this was not).
Although I absolutely agree with you about the anchors that 'things' put on us and the need to limit them, there are also categories of 'things', such as artwork one has done oneself or journals that one has written from the age of 16 (now in my mid-70s), that don't allow for answers that I can find comfort in. The thought of a future absence of the voluminous number of notebooks in which I've written my life, and some of the clay sculptures I've made through the years that express my joy and my pain, is hard to contemplate. Even though as others have said, in the end we will be leaving it all behind, to be deprived of these while living would be like living without memory. Yes, I am that anchored by them.
Thank you, Zahra, for your heartful articles.