Thursday, January 6, 2011

Adjusting towards a holistic life path (6)

The transposition I recently made in Oct 2010,
was a strategy to navigate around some hurdles in life,
it was also a steep learning curve for me to upgrade myself, skill-wise and spiritual-wise.

Relocation as a lesson of detachment
One of a few big lessons that I learnt/observed was
the detoxing process of my residence (also a spiritual detox).

I didn't want to move away from
the previous residence at Tanjong Pagar at all.
It was a convenient place to stay,
with access to a lot of good quality vegetarian and organic groceries.

I didn't know exactly how shifting away fromTj Pagar to Choa Chu Kang
would help improve my difficult situations then.
But strategically, by relocating,
I would encourage myself to step out of a stagnant ground
or break the viscous cycle I unconsciously fell into.

When I started to do packing up at my old place
then only I realise 80% of my stuff was actually unnecessary.
My room, my drawers, my kitchen had been substantial mess,
reflecting my inner status of confusion and lack of discipline.

Because I was shifting to a smaller place in CCK,
I had to force myself to throw away a lot of things,
including my favourite photos in Australia, Italy, Barcelona etc..
plus some very good books that I didn't had time to give away,
(altho' a good friend, Yin Hui did come to my place to adopt 4 bagful of dharma books)

Incidentally that remind me of a website:
which mentioned that we basically throw away 90% of what we bought (within a year).

I jokingly told some friends that
the shifting expericence was one of the biggest sins I ever committed.
I trashed away so many valuable resources and blessings.

However at the same time,
I observed that it was a good opportunity for me to learn to detach from
materialistic forms.
While I was contemplating constantly to throw or not to,
I kept reminding myself, when it's time to go, it's time to go.

And, there was this little humble plastic bag that taught me a big big lesson:

I had a habit of recycling plastic bags and accumulated them in drawerS.
At the juncture of packing up, I was still undecided whether to throw them away.
Suddenly, when I picked up one very old plastic bag,
it crumbled into ashes between my fingers.
My heart ached and
whispered "even I don't give them up, they will give me up one day still".

Immediately loads of plastic bags were into the big trash bag.

With metta,
Kee Yew

{Learning Holistic Wellness for Wisdom and Compassion}

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