tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060216394637237928.post8002634036471279234..comments2024-02-05T01:17:20.587-08:00Comments on Angel wings and Herb tea: Too much........everythinghenriettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09074892292635873711noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060216394637237928.post-21572483365206486492012-01-16T12:00:04.316-08:002012-01-16T12:00:04.316-08:00ah, yes! thank you for the perfect post...ah, yes! thank you for the perfect post...m. bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13982592446597646598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060216394637237928.post-4999172932227800772011-11-29T09:44:09.585-08:002011-11-29T09:44:09.585-08:00Great post, Henrietta. It is so easy to become ov...Great post, Henrietta. It is so easy to become overwhelmed by STUFF! I keep my house as clear as I can and yet papers get stuffed through the letterbox by the postman and then they end up on the table, along with the other things in the 'to do' pile which never gets done. And then there is work - work takes over my life and away from my family. The whole world is crazy! I wish it were simpler.Ruby Starhearthttp://www.loving-transformation.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060216394637237928.post-68226467153596752292011-11-11T12:51:57.830-08:002011-11-11T12:51:57.830-08:00Thankyou so much Laurel and Val for your beautiful...Thankyou so much Laurel and Val for your beautiful stories, I loved to read about your Aunty and Grandma Val, such teaching for you from your elders. Grandma Rose sounds very special..and wise!<br />Laurel, yes I agree we must have a reason to gather and accumulate, I've been trying to work that one out too. I think part of it is to fil the void left from our disconnection with nature and with each other, the problem is, that our retail therapy sessions and hoarding only serves to disconnect us further, and the vicious circle continues. Plus we are coerced and lured at every corner to buy, buy, buy it takes a good deal of strength and grounding to resist.Henriettahttp://angelwingsandherbtea.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060216394637237928.post-8791598210739428292011-11-11T01:32:14.836-08:002011-11-11T01:32:14.836-08:00Hello, I enjoyed this post, and it reminded me of ...Hello, I enjoyed this post, and it reminded me of my Grandma Rose and her sister my Great Aunty Ruby. A sisters they had pretty much the same pre-war childhood and then married and started families of their own during the austere war years. Skipping forward to later life, Grandma Rose and Aunty Ruby had very different viewpoints on what matters in life. Aunty Ruby bought 'stuff' to make herself happy. Expensive stuff, but stuff just the same (crystal ornaments, china figure-ens, gold and silver decorations and housewares etc), and Grandma Rose (and my Grandad), spent their money on travel. When they had worked long full lives and their children had children of their own, my grandparents embarked on some amazing adventures, Spain, France, Germany, Venice, Austria, New Orleans, Hawaii, San Fransisco, New York, Singapore and that's only some of them, I would need their passports to remember them all. I used to spend hours and hours with them looking at photo's and hearing tales of their travel, and I loved it. I think it was their enthusiasm for the places they had been that made them all the more interesting to me. Aunt Ruby and Grandma Rose (and Grandad) have passed on now, and while I carry and cherish the memories of those story telling days with me, I know that Aunt Ruby's belongings were sold off by her daughter. Grandma Rose didn't own any stuff worth selling, but I consider myself rich in other ways. <br />Val<br />xxxValhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07678593307749454022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060216394637237928.post-57749502742023487432011-11-10T17:48:55.651-08:002011-11-10T17:48:55.651-08:00You are so prolific, I can barely keep up with you...You are so prolific, I can barely keep up with your blog!<br /><br />I was thinking of Leo and his dewdrops sparkling in the sun and about the amazing walk I had a few mornings past - snow on the ground, trees covered in thick hoarfrost, brilliant white spruce trees silhouetted against a deep blue sky, everything sparkling and cedar waxwings (birds I've never seen here before) picking away at bright red mountain ash berries. These are the moments that we always remember and that take our breath away but they are transient and fleeting and there is always a touch of sadness that accompanies the joy, knowing the moment will never be experienced again. I wonder it that accounts for some of our obsession with stuff - it counteracts the existential problem that is inherent in the appreciation of dew drops and sparkling, snow-covered woods. We like stuff because of its permanence. We can put it in a box, put it in storage . . . stuff remains constant for us and helps buffer all the losses we must experience in life . . . and when you love the world and are open to its beauty there are so many losses to endure. I'm just thinking, there has to be a pretty deep rooted reason why we cling and accumulate the way we do because our stuff really is an imprisoning burden that drags us down and wastes our time.<br /><br />One of my best friends recently got laid off. Instead of fretting over finding a new job so she could earn more to accumulate more, she saw it as an opportunity for a fresh start. She gave away almost EVERYTHING she owned except what she could fit in her small car. She just told everyone she knew to come to her place and take what they wanted. Then, when her home was empty, she got rid of that too! When she visited after the big purge she seemed lighter, happier and more herself than I've ever known her to be, and I've known her since childhood. I consider her a very inspiring example. <br /><br />Oh, and thanks for reminding me about the word "ephemera." It's a good one.Laurelhttp://www.theforestgarden.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com