i was helping a friend move some of his things when it really made me stop and think how weighed down we are by these pieces, collections of memories that we carry around with us for so long. I have recently been reflecting on my things.. what am i carrying around that i don’t need?
after reading a blog post by kendall ruth at the ink he quotes frederick buechner “it was the silence, which we usually find so awkward. We’re embarrassed; we’re afraid of silence because we use words so often not to reveal who we are but to conceal who we are. We hide behind our chatter. In silence is a kind of sense of being stripped naked.”
reading those words haunts me. carrying around all of these things because i feel like it is a part of me. that i will not be who i am without them..that the more things we have and hold on to the more we will be. the more we will leave behind. the less we will be forgotten.
i want, at the end of my life, to not look around and see all the peices that i have collected but remember the moments that mattered. they way your heart feels with you look into your lovers eyes, not by looking at the diamond on your finger but the feeling in your heart.
i want too to spend time in silence. have less things. breathe deeply. sit alone. really listen to what a friend is saying. just BE. the question now is, how?