the real me

Approaching the end of October, I am relieved to be ending the focus on letting go of attachments. It is freeing, but sometimes painful. I thought of my mother this morning and remembered how lost I felt when she died, but I had no choice in the matter. It was time for that attachment to end. I still have so many attachments and sometimes I wonder, ”where is the real me after I let go of all these things?” It’s not my job, or ideas, or fears, or possessions or even my gifts. I guess I must let go to find out.

About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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3 Responses to the real me

  1. Patsy Romack says:

    I have enjoyed all your posts about letting go – and letting go of books is a problem for me too. They are a loved part of the furniture. Here’s what I try to do: if it qualifies to be loaned or passed on to a friend, it stays. If it’s a classic, it stays (i.e. Plato’s Republic). Otherwise it goes to Title Wave and builds credit to buy other books. My toughest give away are books that used to belong to my parents, but the expert givers away say, keep the one that reminds you of them the most.
    No perfect solutions here but my book shelves have a few new spaces.

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  2. Rene says:

    Well at least both of you read. I mean, I, too, have tons of books but don’t read any of them. Sometimes I wonder how I got through a degree in literature without reading! I say – if you love them, keep ’em, unless it’s a burden or a drain on your psyche.

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