Traveling light is in my DNA. This is why I am about to go on my 22nd purge of belongings. There’s something about leaving behind piles of non-essentials that I delight in. Never much of a pack rat, I like the freedom of just picking up and going, not worrying about someone watching my valuables, watering my plants, or gathering up my credit card bills for the things piled in my house.
Over the past week I have been living out of a large day pack. My sole possessions are in this pack, along with a bag for my laptop and camera (both are essential technologies, although I recognize that a person can certainly live a full life without them). Basically, I own clothing, toiletries, and tech. Everything else has been left to donation boxes, friends, and collateral damage from break-ups. There were times I didn’t exactly plan to lose things, but it happened to be the way it ended up. No love lost. I scantly recall what I even owned.
There are so many things to delight in without possessing them. I love plants, of course, but enjoy them growing wild. I love art, but I am satisfied seeing it at museums or galleries, or on the walls of friends’ places. One of my cherished possessions at one time was a painting of a black horse. Interestingly, I happened to see a wild horse of the same coal-black hue galloping through the underbrush of a mesquite bosque near where I camp. There’s art everywhere, poetry in movement, music in the sound of water.
You might think I am being too extreme to live an austere life. Yes, there are times I miss having my collection of tea pots, plants, cozy quilts, and other fun, comforting items, but when I think about the absolute ease of moving around, I wouldn’t wish it all back. My life is in my experiences. Home truly is in the love you feel when you occupy a favorite place and interact with a cherished friend.
Traveling light takes patience. It means less about convenience and security and more about whimsy and wonder. It means less time cleaning and maintaining and more time tending relationships and honoring time, the limited time we have on this planet.
“Desire to possess nothing in order to arrive at being everything.” St. John of the Cross
The Christian Mystics wrote of eliminating the needs of the world in pursuit of a greater connection to God. This spiritual thirst is something that drives me to seek that connection. As a woman of modernity, I’ll admit that search for the sacred is hard. There are so many distractions that keep is locked in a profane chase for people, places, and things. It is no surprise we have the enormous task of tackling addiction, neuroses, mental illness, a general malaise of modernity. In having, we are always in a state of wanting. We are in a state of comparison, of wondering if we made the right decisions or have the right make-up to achieve what we see others achieve.
There are days I get caught up in fear and worry about my future. If I don’t have a prescribed lifestyle, will I survive? Then I remind myself that today I have enough. Today is the extent of what I have in front of me. As I write this, crowds of blue butterflies congregate on a still puddle in the middle of an unknown forest road. What a shame to give myself over to worry when wonder appears in all forms and in all ways. Miracles.