Skip to content

The Yoga of Moving

April 22, 2012

Did the Dharma Chameleon mention that it is moving to San Francisco? Yes, this NYC born yoga lizard is trading up for some new digs with views of Golden Gate Park. It has been a good run for the DC in NYC but I’m bring this chapter to a close now.

As I’m closing the books on NYC, I have to do that whole “moving” thing and let me tell you, it ain’t pretty. I’ve been living out of boxes and piles for over a month now. To really ramp up the challenge of moving, I’m trying to move across the country in no more than 6 boxes, plus the suitcase that I’ll check when I fly out there. I don’t know if you’ve ever moved but during this period you discover how much crap just generally tends to accumulate over time when you’re in a space. People are HOARDERS, and I don’t care what you say. On any given day it just seems like you needed whatever the hell that was and then you go to move and your like “?” Moving is a challenge for everyone, but one of the biggest challenges is “what do I really need to take with me into the future?”  One principal handy in achieving “liberation” is vairagya or detachment.  If you think about it attachment really only brings pain since everything is temporary. Jewelry can be beautiful, valuable and sentimental but it is easily misplaced…a friend of mine basically had a severe meltdown after misplacing her wedding/engagement rings. Thankfully she found them, but during the 8 hrs they were missing she was in such pain. It seems callous to say that wedding rings shouldn’t really matter, but in reality they don’t. They’re just precious metals, mined from the earth and formed into  a circle that fits on your finger. What they really are is a symbol of something intangible. The ring is just stuff.

I have so much STUFF (no wedding rings, of course). Clothes, books, furniture, kitchen gadgets…they’re all very useful and lovely but do I really need it? What can I get along without? In my moving process I’ve had to steel myself against the allure of attachment and really just start chucking things. That shirt with a hole in it that I was meaning to sew up? Trash. Those 6 or 7 pairs of shoes that stink to high heaven and are falling apart because I love them and wear them all of the time? TRASH. Sentimental knick knacks like postcards, fliers and memorabilia? TRASH TRASH TRASH.

Its time to go, and I have to make myself light. It’s tough unburdening yourself from your attachments…but there is no time like moving time to do it.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. April 25, 2012 11:17 am

    Love this post, Marla. Did the cross country move a few years back with only two suitcases. Subsequently, moving back east was slightly more difficult after I had accumulated so much *CRAP* over two years. Backpacking has helped me to seriously narrow everything down and now I’m moving to Australia with only a backpack and two shipped boxes. Hope you’re loving San Fran. Say hi to her for me.

    • marla permalink*
      April 25, 2012 5:18 pm

      Moving requires some serious meditative thought! I guess you’re always in meditation then, because you’re always moving. :)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: