Another Man’s Treasure

Another's TreasureThe signs are working.  The proof is in the trips to the thrift shoppe, the many bags put out for garbage collection and the car load ready to be delivered to its rightful owner(my daughter).

Today as I snapped my pics and performed Jakikiri Joka Ho on the items, I started to feel bad about dumping my stuff on someone else.  I began to wonder if I should just throw it all out???  Perhaps my stuff didn’t have any value to others???  Perhaps I had just attached too much value to these things that I no longer USED???  Perhaps my things never had any value???  Perhaps giving them to another was a burden instead of a gift???

Then I realized that I was being judgemental. I reminded myself that it wasn’t my place to judge EVER. I should not judge the value of an item to another. Afterall,  that would be judging them as well as the item. That would be unfair to all. So I finished up my Reiki, had my husband pack up the SUV and headed to the thrift shoppe one more time.

Funny thing….. as my husband was unloading the SUV, the man at the collection site said to my husband, “Boy you sure are giving away a lot of good stuff!”. So much for all my worrying.

Don’t be afraid to let go.  You may be holding on to another man’s treasure:-)

Jakikiri Joka Ho

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Update

I feel obligated to say something about my progress lest everyone think that I have given up. I haven’t.

I had three Jakikiri Joka Ho pieces printed for a show at the Allentown Artworks. Paula Michal-Johnson of Classical Reiki Pennsylvania gratefully joined me for the opening leading a clearing of the space and Reiki meditation. It was wonderful to see a positive result from my efforts take form.

I have continued to photograph and perform Jakikiri Joka Ho on many things that I have since let go. Some things were mine and some things belonged to others. I have begun to understand that I sometimes I carry around other people’s stuff until I think it is my own.

Lately though I have begun to just toss things without the ritual. The other day I worked up a feverish sweat hunting and flinging random items from the basement into the trash. I spent another full day shredding more paperwork. I just let everything go without attachment, without judgement, without expectation, without regret.

In moments like that I catch a glimpse of clarity. I feel the practice become fluid. I believe.

Jakikiri Joka Ho