So here’s the funny thing about the Universe …

I said “I’m starting a new blog about spirituality yada yada yada …” and on New Year’s Day, while I was at an afternoon yoga class, my home was burgled, computer & several other quick-cash items taken, including every piece of jewelry I’d formed an attachment to in my life.

Ha Ha.  Very funny.

You can’t tell me God doesn’t have a sense of irony.  We say “Oh, look how non-attached I am to money & stuff”, and the Universe says, “Really?  Let’s just see.”  We say, “Oh, I’ve moved out of the past and into the present moment,” and the Universe says – you guessed it – “Really?” 

So my connections to my past are further removed from my life.  The only photographs I had left of any event prior to this past August were digital pics on my computer.  Huh.  Sorry, no more looking backward, Kiddo.  Not even an option.  Whatcha gonna do about it?  Nothin.  And the jewelry.  Wow, was I ever emotionally attached to my jewelry.  It wasn’t about dollar value at all – it was about who I was when I bought a pair of earrings for myself, or where I was when I got a necklace, or what my life was about when I was given a ring.  I gave away all the jewelry I didn’t like last year – well, unless they were actually worth a little something, if you know what I mean – so what I had left meant something to me.  I liked what the carnelian drop earrings said about me, and what the amber pendant said about me, and I remembered where I got them & why, and how that felt.

The loss of the laptop was an inconvenience for the most part (and an expense, as I’m still working through the insurance process), except for the loss of the pictures.  The loss of the bike is a shame, but it wasn’t expensive and I don’t desperately need it right now.  The DVD’s are just dollars (tho’ you gotta wonder what kind of person steals ‘The Princess Bride’ and ‘Groundhog Day’, and can’t recognize the layers of karma there).  What hurt was what can’t be replaced.  Pictures and memories.

But somehow it was still just stuff.  Just stuff.  Stuff I was attached to, stuff I didn’t need, stuff that could be taken away from me at any time, stuff that I couldn’t bring with me into the next life no matter how well I packed it.