All of life is a journey really. We reach many destinations along the way and for some of us lucky ones these destinations are even geographical. But usually our travel is through days and weeks and rooms and relationships. Inside myself I am always keeping a mental tally of everything that would go into my two suitcases if something forced me to jump ship. Everything that is actually critical to my well being. There may come a time when we need to pack ourselves and our metaphorical or very real luggage and move fast. So in my life there are two sets of luggage – real things and real memories/knowledge. These luggage compartments are where we keep the most important stuff.
Autumn is when I look around and remind myself of what is important.
Zack and Whitney drove off about 5am. They lived here for a month and being students of the culinary arts they not only cooked marvellous breakfasts and dinners but also imparted a good deal of culinary knowledge that I have folded into my own luggage to keep. Their journey takes them home this week. How wonderful to still have family homes to return to.
Their car is packed with all they hold dear in life, except their dog who they will be collecting in a few days. Well packed luggage does not include everything you own. To pack well for our journey through life we need to be able to throw out the baggage that is too heavy or obsolete and whittle the load down to just what we can carry comfortably, what we need and what we must know. Storing knowledge so it is easily retrieved is a life long task. So my journals and cooking cards need to be brought up to date. The baggage in our minds is possibly more important than that suitcase full of favourite books and paintings, kitchen knives and my favourite mini rubber spatula. The best way to clean out the baggage in our minds is to write it down then either burn the writings or store them properly. This frees up a lot of space in our short term memory banks.
I have always thought autumn is a good time to have an emotional and physical spring clean. Once winter is here and it is too cold to be outside we don’t want to be locked into a small space with a whole lot of decaying mental garbage giving off its nasty noxious fumes or old stuff kept because we think we should or we paid a lot of money for it, or we might use it one day but never have. Pass it on or throw it out.
Best to clear the decks, wipe all the walls and ceilings clean, get the windows sparkling, heave the detritus overboard and start the next leg of our life’s journey with a lightened soul and plenty of space to breathe. This job of lightening or re-organising the cargo we carry is never ending, I need to do it at least once a year. Room by room. Or I begin to panic at the sheer volume of things or thoughts I am carrying around.
Nick flies back to New York on Friday. The summers work is coming to a close and my summer people will all soon be gone. There is a young Belgian film-maker coming for the second week of October and by then I expect to have the house cleaning done, the barns and their inhabitants tidied and ready for winter lodging and the rigging and emergency stores of my life’s metaphorical life-boat, pulled out, inspected, cleaned, discarded, re-placed or re-stowed. (Though it is easier to clear out material goods than clear out emotional garbage but it must be done.)
Autumn is the perfect time for such refection and attention.
Busy days ahead. I hope you have a lovely day.
Love celi
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36 responses to “The Journey as a Metaphor”
I’d be trying to smuggle a piglet into my suitcase, though I suppose a large pig might help carry the bags 😉
I agree that Autumn is a much better season for clean than spring. Winter is nesting time (aka hibernation time) and who want to nest in a mess! That quote should be needled pointed to a pillow someday. I have many needled pointed pillows in my head as a matter of fact.
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Wise words indeed. We have been doing a lot of cutting back on what we have around us as we go into the refurbishment of our own home. Most pleasing!
I love your idea. I think people like us that have moved several times and to several different continents find it easier to unload baggage and keep only the essentials. Being happy in oneself is the most important thing.
Groan … I know I should, but I am a pack rat and I have lived in the same house for 29years … somebody is going to hate me one day 🙂 Laura
Perhaps it’s no coincidence that we are doing just that this week. Passing things on, throwing things out, lightening the load. It’s therapeutic.
Agree with every single word, Miss C.
I have been blowing through our house and storage barn all summer, getting rid of and donating items we no longer need or use. It is such a pleasing feeling to simplify. I love this idea of the mental purging and discarding. There is a person who I invested a lot of personal time and love in, and your words “paid a lot of money” really hit home. I have lamented and been angry and hurt too long about how used and fooled I felt about my generousity. This one big toxic, rotting, stinking trash bag needs to be hurled in the refuse to allow the vultures (cleansers of nature and soul) to deal with the carcass… it is really that simple, isn’t it?
I think writing may be one of those vulture soul-cleansers. For me, reading often works too. It did today.
Very well said!
Hadn’t thought of it as fall cleaning of the mind. I have started that task with a few days away by myself. Lots of time to think, reboot some good habits, let poor ones fall by the way, and put some plans to paper. Love your thoughtful writing as always.
That is a wonderful idea to “wipe the slates clean” and prepare for winter. I think we will start on this journey as well. Snorts and oinks dear friend. XOXO – Bacon
Lovely picture of Zack and Whitney and their piggy photobombomer. The piglets are growing in leaps and bounds now. Will they go to their new homes before Poppy pops? Purging mentally and materialistically is an excellent idea.
Very good advice and something we hope to do this fall. Those piggies are getting so big. Cannot believe they are the same little piglets.
I love this. Thank you, miss c.
Another beautiful post, I love every word of it. Emotional clean ups are so much more difficult. I had to make space in my memory for my forever friend that I lost this summer.