Almost all of my possessions have been in storage for over a year. Now, I live by the thought of impermanence, and things are just things. They hold no real value in this world. Yes, they are sentimental and they are mine. And that's where I get into trouble. I shouldn't be sentimental about stuff. And to claim ownership is such a human trait….and it causes such suffering! But still, I miss my stuff!
When I visit my storage place, I open the door and all the aromas of my life come rolling out at me. And I am instantly at peace. It's amazing how that works. I have stored in this place: my sofa, a beautiful octagon wood/wrought iron coffee table, antique round dining table, several large rubber-maid containers of books, Buddha figurines, a shushin statue, clothes, dishes, candles, ornamental decorations, pictures, papers documenting the history of me, and so on. Some of the things I have a really pretty cool! And most of the things I have were given to me by others that hold significance in my life.
The aroma…..it is mostly nag champa and some other fragrances such as eucalyptus, patchouli, sandlewood.
We are living in a fifth wheel RV at the moment and there is just no room for my stuff. I hope that one day we will have a place….land and a house….and then I can have my things again. I have thought often of selling some of my stuff but in reality, I just don't want to. It costs me money every month to keep it all in storage, but it's a price I am willing to pay…for now.