Packing Light in Getting my feet wet. Jumping in

“All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go....”
Well, the bags are still in storage. But I have little piles of clothes and things here and there that are ready to go into a suitcase. I’m going to Sedona for a week. Hubby asked me what I was going to do not painting for a whole week? It had not even crossed my mind that I would leave painting supplies home. So there is a painting pile with just the essentials. I’ve researched that there is an art supply store in the area. Looking at the website, I can’t determine if it really is. There is a a Jerry’s Artarama outside of Phoenix which is 2 hours away, so if I have a painting supply emergency that could be do-able. And then Amazon Prime does go to Sedona. Now that I have figured that out, I’ve been able to decrease that pile by a little. I really don’t have to pack that much because there is a washer and dryer on the premises.
A little over a year ago, one of the FB groups I belong to published a book of poetry. We have book 2 at the publishers. I am honored that on both books I painted the cover. We have decided to meet up this week in Sedona. We are planning a side trip to the Grand Canyon.
I’m so excited about this trip! Several of us are texting back and forth like teenaged girls. This is the longest trip that I have taken since the 90’s. I’ve taken 2 5-day trips and several 3-4 day trips in the last few years. It will be the longest I’ve been away from Phil and my fur babies.

As I was painting this picture last summer, this poem came to me…I’m hoping it comes through. I’m having difficulty inserting photos in my entries.

Baggage

It just took a moment in time
To collect items now past their prime
Things you won’t let go of
Even though you have had enough of
Maybe it’s anger or un-forgiveness,
It could be fear or bitterness.
You’ve packed them away in a safe place
Carry them around from place to place.
All the hurts and damage
Stored them in another piece of baggage.
The weight of it is a burden
You may not realize it, but it is certain.
When you carry around wounds of the past
You see things cloudy and overcast.
Carrying old luggage is an oppressive drag,
Especially when you don’t unpack any bags.
You have permission to lay them down
You don’t have to carry them around.
Release and let go of who you were
Take a breath and set yourself see
The shinning star you really are.

Last updated January 26, 2020