Attachment . . . bond, loyalty, devotion or appendage, apertenance or being emotionally involved with objects. For me it is not unlike the force of attraction between the opposite poles of a magnet or that of a limpet stuck to a rock. There has been a daily challenge, over the past week, involving the overcoming of attachment to things and all the emotional argument that goes with letting things go. The strangest objects have taken on the largest force of attraction . . . pieces of fabric that have been collected and kept for years, boxes of yoga books, pebbles, arbitrary pieces of drift wood, endless photographs, stationery, pieces of wrapping paper . . . carpets, chairs, clothes, the list is endless. I met a cruising couple a while back who had been cruising for 12 years and had just fallen “pregnant” so were approaching life on land again. They had put all their “stuff” into storage before setting off from the UK and were now waiting for the container to arrive. Now, 12 years on, they could not remember exactly what was in the container, things that were important then had been forgotten. They commented that they were receiving a “Time Capsule”, since they had not only packed clothes but computers! How different the world is today to what it was 12 years ago. I wonder what it will be like, one day, when we have completed our travels, as we approach our “final” journey, what would we want to pack into our “storage container”, what is the ultimate value of the things we hold onto with such energy?
In the midst of all the emotional energy being invested in these thoughts of letting things go and the meaning of life, “Jerrican” has been out of the water having her anti fouling extended up a half foot. The initial coating was exactly to the waterline without allowances. We have found a superb carpenter to assist with the tricky job of installing flooring. We have one week to be completely moved out of our house, it looks like we will be moving into the student accommodation with M for a week. M’s response: ” Are you going to move in with me?!?!?!?!! WHAAAT?!?
I am quite pleased though since I am struggling with the thought of M on her own . . . .I suppose, this is the biggest and most important “Letting Go” story off all. It is going to happen slowly!