Rehearsing Death over and over

Packing my things, decluttering my things, over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over

I am realizing today this, how there is no point of stability
I will leave a bag at my mom's and she might throw it away
I will leave some paintings to dads and he might disappear
I will leave some books at my friends but she might move
I will leave my drum to another friend but she might leave

So I see how, I am packing this time differently.

I threw away all of my notebooks and diaries couple of months ago and now, looking at my diary that is filled it is easy to throw that away too.... all these words of wisdom, served the moment.
I am similarly frequently going back and deleting my posts in this account
to my understanding this is showing some kind of unrooting - my energy lines aren't as tied as they used be.

It is quiet, deep and a tiny bit frightening. Hugely freeing, this trip to the infinite

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I will continue for another hour and then I'd better go outside as I can drive myself crazy. I will go take a little walk, do some small qigong practice and celebrate Valentine's in some way that will seem proper, read some at a bench nearby the sea, breathe, maybe find something I like to eat, maybe cut a beautiful flower.

🎇

am going through a metamorphosis, we all are, it is a collective thing.

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