The Zen of Death Cleaning | Part 1
Due to a recent death in the family and through a very specific set of circumstances, a peculiar history if you will, several generations of things including furniture, dishes and glassware, books, family photographs, art created and collected by family members, plus handwritten notes, cards, diaries, etc. have accumulated in one house which I find myself compelled to look through.
"Why?" Can Be a Cage of Epic Proportions
"When hungry, eat your rice; when tired close your eyes. Fools may laugh at me, but wise men will know what I mean." — Zen proverb
I'm not a zen guy. No—stop it with your assertions that somehow, with all of my bluster and over working that I am actually zen. I read Jeff Bridges book and I. AM. NOT. ZEN. I'd love to be a zen type but I have this die-hard battery up my ass that prevents the natural chill associated with being zen.
However...
Christmas is a time for giving, being with family and friends, and hating every other asshole out there in the shops and on the roads also trying to spread joy and share in the Christmas spirit. Similarly, Hanukkah is a time for Jewish people to desperately try to feel relevant during Christmastime.