The Magic of Stuff - Parts 4, 5, & 6 of the Interview

I'm just landing back in Toronto after a wonderful time in California.  I've been in full time meditation classes for the past two weeks so I'm coming back in more ways than one and feeling so grateful for my "winter" in California. 

The rest of my interview on the Magic of Stuff is now up on Robbie Wychwood's blog, 'Magic for Muggles'.  It's been such fun to read!  It's not everyday that I get the opportunity to read what I sound like (if that makes any sense), and I have to say that it's a pretty rich interview.  I appreciate the opportunity to share some of the more personal aspects of my clutter clearing process and to witness how my relationship to stuff has transformed over the past ten years of doing this work. 

I also seem to talk about my underwear, a lot! 

Without further ado I present Parts 4, 5 and 6 of the Magic of Stuff:

The Magic of Stuff Part Four - Did it work?  Did clearing my romantic clutter lead to love in my life?
The Magic of Stuff Part Five - Is clearing clutter about getting rid of ALL of your stuff?
The Magic of Stuff Part Six - Is your stuff paying it's rent?

I hope you enjoy the interview, here are Parts one, two and three just in case you missed them the first time around.  As always I'd love to hear what you think, especially if the interview sparked any questions.  You can comment below.

Take care,
Cecilia Moorcroft

The Magic of Stuff - An Interview Avec Moi, Cecilia

This week I'm coming to you from a very cold extinct volcano in Northern Califonia, aka the meditation school I study with.  Yes, I had to travel to California for snow in March, that's what kind of winter we've been having in Toronto. 

As the internet here is 90s slow (OK, maybe more like 2002 slow) I'm going to make this short and sweet. 

Back in the fall I did a fun interview on the Magic of Stuff with Robbie Wychwood for his brand new blog 'Magic for Muggles'.  We met over a lovely lunch in the members lounge at the Art Gallery of Ontario (one of my favorite places in Toronto).  He was planning on writing an article on clearing clutter, but found the interview so entertaining that he decided to transcribe and publish it in 6 parts.  Below you'll find the first three parts. 

The Magic of Stuff Part One
- How I found the world of clutter clearing.
The Magic of Stuff Part Two - A bit more about my own clutter clearing process and how we hold on to stuff so we can keep telling ourselves an old story.
The Magic of Stuff Part Three - About a very special box I found in my basement and what was in it.  Mysterious...

I hope you enjoy the interview.  There are three more weeks to go but if you miss them I'll be sure to send you a link once the series is complete.

Sending you cool California sunshine.  :)

Take care,
Cecilia Moorcroft

Get that Fur from Icky to Ahh...

It’s Cecilia coming to you from a bus trundling down the mean streets of Reno on my way to spend 25 days at the meditation school I study with in Northern California. 

Already I can feel a deep sigh spreading out from my belly into my arms and legs, a starfish floating in the warm ocean. 
 
My body remembers this feeling after spending 3 months volunteering this summer.  Not that it was easy.  Cooking (inside and out), cleaning, drilling, painting, weeding, laundering, etc…  I also bubbled, stewed, and erupted much like the countless volcanoes in the area once did. 
 
It was challenging and beautiful and when I came home my eyes were clear, my belly was solid and my fur was brushed soft and smooth.
 
I’ve had a regular meditation practice for the past few years.  Some days my practice is good (I’m still, I feel solid, I open), some days it’s not (I fidget, my mind won’t stop, I close).
 
A few weeks ago I had the bright idea that I would save time if I went to put my laundry in before meditating. 

I. Was. Wrong.

Not only did it not save me any time, but I felt like a cat whose fur was pet the wrong way.  Icky, wrong, prickly, grumpy.  Yuck! 

I ran home, deposited myself on my cushion, and I sat...  And as I sat, I could feel my fur remember the summer, remember the feeling of being soft and smooth. As I sat, I slowly let go of the prickles, the grumpy, the icky.  Little by little I got closer to Ahh...
 
In a way I'm glad I tried that little experiment.  Now I know that even if my meditation is crap, it still makes a difference to my fur and my day. 
 
I'd love to know:

  • What makes your fur stand on end? 
  • What helps to smooth it out?

Comment below!  

Take care,
Cecilia Moorcroft