Decluttering.

In a metaphysical, emotional, spiritual, and physical sense.

I find as I move closer to Der Tag Von Chirurgie that I'm trying to simplify things as much as I can in my life. I have temporarily checked out of the South Central Area Mankind Project Leader container. I have asked for help in the Central Texas community in MKP as well.

And this weekend, we had help from some magnificent friends -- thank you to the entire Weir family -- to clean out our garage. And my friends, it was a MASSIVE purge. I am a packrat, I admit it, and things had gotten out of hand. And Lin and Mike and their two boys came over both Saturday and Sunday and helped us find our garage again. (And our garage was pretty terrible.) A lot of stuff went to charity, more stuff than I was comfortable with went to trash, and I have all my books back where they belong -- in the house.

(I scored two huge bookshelves for thirty-five bucks, too.)

For all that I'm terrified about this tumor thing, and the headaches are getting worse, I'm starting to feel more ME than I've felt in a while. I went to Austin Pagan Pride and talked to more people than I'd talked to in years. I'm even tentatively counseling someone -- might even turn into a student. Maybe it's a Hallmark Channel moment, I don't know. But I've been out of touch with part of me for a while, and it's good to be back. And that's decluttering, too. There was some guilt and shame -- doesn't matter what, those who know me know what it was, those who don't know can ask if they're curious, I might tell you -- about teaching and leading in the Pagan community that I was carrying around. I have been given a very clear indication I can let that go now. I'm not interested in going back to some sort of national leadership again. (Though I never say never; That Way Inviteth Coyote.) But I have a lot of experience, battle scars, and scorched tee-shirts I could share. It's nice to feel decluttered of the guilt and shame I had -- so that I can do that again if I choose.