I love my house. It’s not very big, it wasn’t very expensive and it’s been standing for over 10 decades. It creeks and has many cracks. It’s filled with mismatched furniture we have acquired mostly for free over the years. The floors never quite shine and there are light paw prints and tumble weeds of fur to be found throughout. But I LOVE my house.
I love reorganizing the bookshelves, changing up the art on the walls, sitting in the porch with a cup of tea in the evening. I love the plants we try our best to keep alive, I love the backyard with the lilac bush and the front yard with its elm trees. I really love this house.
Having resonated with the likes of Eckhart Tolle, I’m hesitant when I find myself REALLY liking something. This isn’t exactly ideal, but it does provide me the opportunity to participate in a little self-reflection. Is the inner me on the same page as the rest of me?
Eckhart Tolle often speaks about attachment to forms. How it inevitably leads to suffering. In a world that is constantly selling to us, it can be hard to separate our identity from our stuff (and that can include mental stuff too).
Eckhart tells us that a surefire way to test for attachment comes after it’s gone. When it breaks or is no longer in your possession, you will be able to tell your level of attachment or identification with it. If anger or upset arises when something is taken from you, you have been attached, maybe even without being aware. But, If you can let go, and maintain a feeling of wholeness and contentment, that's a checkmark in the not attached column!
I do not want to wait to see if something awful happen to my house to learn this lesson.
So I asked my intuition what she thought about all this.
How do I know when I’ve become too attached to something I own?
This is what she said:
Ownership is an illusion. It is a symptom of attachment and identification. In a spiritual sense, I do not own this house. I am simply part of its life. I am taking care of it temporarily. I am certainly not the first care taker of this house and I cannot know if I will be it’s last. I will allow it to spark joy in me and comfort me as I allow it to live the life it is determined to live. Whether it is still standing in another 100 years or if it finds its way back into the earth tomorrow.
I love this house and everything that is in it but I accept that it’s journey is not mine to choose.
Do you check in with your intuition? Does it ever surprise you?