Clearing the laundry room closet made its way off the to-do list this past weekend.
Bag after bag after bag was pulled off the top shelf, much like clowns at the circus popping endlessly from a Volkswagen.
How could so many bags possibly be stuffed in such a tiny spot!
Thoughts quickly veered away from clowns to nearly a decade ago now, when a huge clutter clearing purge was underway.
Childhood memories, household things acquired along the way and don’t-know-what-to-do-with-these inheritances from mom and dad stuffed the shelves.
An impending move to several potentially temporary places brought on a forced hard look at what to carry forward.
Actually, ruthless would be a better word.
The shredding truck took care of 568 pounds of paper (according to the receipt).
The garage sale had items from all four seasons and enough tools to equip a starter workshop.
All the must keep items from my parents fit into a box, as did my never-shall-we-part books.
If you could keep only one belief from your parents, tossing all the rest away … what would that one belief be? (Or one belief from each if you must.)
A load of bricks dropped on me.
Such a question ventures into sacred territory given religious, cultural and family tradition could be easily trampled on.
Up to then I’d been through exercises to look at my beliefs, but not the source of my beliefs.
Those are two entirely different questions.
I had to stop, step back and tease apart all the hidden beliefs suddenly put into the spotlight.
Were these thoughts honestly mine or merely adopted because it was easy, or had always been that way.
How many generations back might these beliefs go?
Was I unknowingly living another’s life at the expense of truly living my own?
A whole new dimension layered into the process of clutter clearing.
The question underscored decisions made about every box and every item touched –
was this a reflection of me or somebody else?
My answer took a fair bit of paddling around and wading through all of the messages I’d been told over the years.
There’s a lot when you begin to really look!
I sheepishly admit to having identified many more beliefs of others than I dared thought, especially in the areas of politics and money.
But one message became abundantly clear to keep from both mom and dad.
Although their paths were different – one of writing and the other flying, in the end their lives both spoke to the same thing –
Your true self won’t be denied,
so follow that inner voice,
your inner Light inside.
What one belief, if any, of your parents would you keep? What belief(s) do you hold that is different from your family, cultural or religious background?
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chief nudging officer
Crazy for cats and potatoes, Lorraine's insatiable curiosity of Life leads her to question, explore and push beyond the box. A self-professed "left-brained creative big picture" type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing beyond and beneath first appearances while at the same time nerding out on the details. Most of all she sees and holds others in their highest until they can see it for themselves.