Sharing Secrets

These are my bloggin’ panties and I’m not afraid to use them.

Secrets can take many forms — they can be shocking, or silly, or soulful….[They] can remind us of the countless human dramas, of frailty and heroism playing out silently in the lives of people all around us.

–Frank Warren

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We interrupt the regularly scheduled programming to offer a preview of coming attractions.    “Ashram Lessons” shall resume after this brief message about Life in the Luny Bin…

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The Devil and I have had a very busy three weeks.  We’ve sold a house, “bought the farm,” moved in, and have started making it home.

Pupskins (aka Nilla Bean) “helping”

Moving is such a simple word to describe the mayhem involved in dismantling a life.

We have spent countless hours critically examining the value of every possession we have collected over the last 18 years and purging what is no longer needed.   We passed through the phase of organizing, labeling, and boxing, boxing, boxing stuff until we finally just started throwing things  willy-nilly into boxes and bags at the last minute (oh the violence!).   Then came the phase of unboxing followed by another round of purging.  We wondered where all this stuff came from, then decided to purge some more. Some of our stuff was dropped and broken. Some of our stuff was crushed and broken by still other stuff. Some stuff was water damaged in “The Great Flood.” We’re still trying to figure out where some stuff goes, while some stuff just went missing.

I have spent so much time looking for ‘that thing I put in that one box’ that this has become my new theme song:

 

….and the craziest part? We’re still not done moving! I have a whole life in another state left to dismantle!  Wash, rinse, repeat.

There are so many stories on this end to share about it all, but they will come later….Today’s post is on secrets.

In the midst of the chaos the rare opportunity arose to meet a friend I’ve had for years.  This friend has lived in Japan for the duration of our acquaintance, so we’ve never met face-to-face.  His was a short, but intensely fun visit. It’s strange what you learn about yourself when entertaining house guests. Things you normally find invisible about your life are brought into focus through the lens of another’s eye.

“Tofu and flax seed…” he said.

At my confused expression he added, “That’s what’s on the top shelf in your fridge.”

Who knew? I open the fridge everyday and don’t see this.

The Indentured Servant told him a secret of mine, “She burps the President’s name all the time —- ‘BAAAAARRRRAAAACCCK!'”

Disgusting, but true.  Not something I was planning to share, but what can I say? I’m a proud supporter.

The whole experience got me thinking about the everyday secrets we keep in our underwear drawers, in our fridges, in our digestive expulsions. This train of thought led to Frank Warren’s collection of half a million secrets. Frank is a blogger who began his blog after handing out self-addressed postcards and soliciting secrets from people on the street in Washington. He posts them anonymously on his blog postsecret.com.  His Ted Talk is worth watching!

So now that you know a few of my everyday secrets, do you have one to share? Feel free.

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