Today my project was sorting through the junk that has been sitting in the storage unit.
When I moved into my current space, it was supposed to be temporary. But temporary turned out to be permanent and the stuff in storage has sat all the while.
I didn't want to sort through old stuff placed willy nilly in the stuffed unit. The years, not to mention changes in dampness and temperature, had taken their toll.
Records and memorabilia that had great meaning at the time, were no longer relevant. Of course, many items stood the test of time very well. And poring through the treasures brought back all kinds of memories.
I came across some items that were artifacts of my life in corporate America. Records, a favorite mug, a desk clock, a pile of old business cards, hooks for the drop ceiling that held my hanging spider plants were mute testimony of a chapter long ended.
The list of members of an industry networking group now defunct once held great importance. It is safe to say that the vast majority were names of people who were long gone from the industry, not to mention from their employers. And most of their employers no longer exist--they have either been pushed out or merged into oblivion.
In the end, the Buddhists have it right. The material world is impermanent and ultimately an illusion. It is when we can recognize that the essence of a thing is the meaning that we attach to it, that our perspective widens and that the essence of ourselves is spirit that we are free.
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