“My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.”
~ Thich Nhat Hanh

Personal belongings are a funny thing! Why would we attach any emotion to a personal object, much less hold an object as somehow “dear,” or existentially significant?
Years ago I was working with a Jungian psychologist while navigating the role of being a single parent and drew a self portrait. I still have the drawing which I did in crayon, a decision that possibly had something to do with drawing out the inner child in me. An image emerged of an upside down cross, submerged beneath the waves of a deep ocean. Settling near the ocean floor were two personal belongs I held dear, my bicycle and my guitar. These instruments were my escape and refuge from the path of a painful relationship that ended badly. I became a singer songwriter and an accomplished triathlete as a consequence, while raising and providing for two small children. It was a lot!
Up above the surface of the water a mountain grew out of the waves and reached high into a star lit sky. The moon is full, and a lone wolf sits high on a rock ledge in the portrait, baying at its luminescence.
The Moon symbolizes our regnant needs, our inborn desires and drives for significance, self-worth, and being appreciated by others. Often, coveting personal belongings is misplaced. Sometimes attaching significance to material objects outside ourselves is a way of trying to manifest being something other than we are. We are not our belongings! Instead, we belong! We have a place right here, where we are, which is fitting for the time we are here.
HVA
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