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Cleaning Out the Old, Day 21 - One Box at a Time

3/10/2025

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When I started this theme of cleaning out the old a month ago, I had no idea I was going to touch such a collective nerve with either the topic or with my writings on it.  I usually offer people a chance to read my writing – this year, through one small Facebook post, 42 of my friends signed up, immediately. That’s the largest group of dedicated readers I’ve ever had and almost double the number of people that signed on the last time I did a series that I intended for public consumption. I’ve been touched by the number of comments people have sent me or posted on my website. It will be fun to see that grow over time. 

If I had any closing advice to offer, it would be “keep at it.” Do a little at a time. Set reasonable expectations. Don’t overwhelm yourself. Remember, you’re doing this for yourself and (as long as you’re not moving house) there’s no rush, as there often is when you’re death cleaning for someone else. When the emotions come up, let them. Even if that’s all you do for the rest of the day, have a good cry. Don’t forget to reward yourself for your hard work, whatever that reward looks like for you.

Just Saturday my friend Janet had a yard sale and offered me a spot in her driveway. I threw together a box of the pottery from my kitchen cabinets I’d been keeping to sell, because it was too nice to donate, plus a box of stuff I did plan to donate - grocery store flower vases, some old placemats I just replaced, a hideous stuffed chicken Dave bought at a fund raising auction. Dave threw in an ancient pair of loppers he’d replaced that he hated to put in the trash. 

Because I had time, there was no rush, it was a beautiful spring day and because I got to hang out with two good friends, it was an absolutely lovely day to make $55. The pottery went in the first 30 minutes to people who knew what they were buying. The loppers went to a desperately unhappy woman who really needed them for $1. In the last 15 minutes, two carloads of recent refugees pulled up and we offered them whatever they wanted, for free. That’s what I call a rewarding day. Anything that was left went to charity or recycling the next morning. 

I can’t tell you the “right" way to clean out. It’s whatever works for you, provided you do it. I will, however, leave you with this handy decluttering list that popped up on my social media the other day. The very last idea on the page is probably the most important thing to remember. Decluttering doesn’t have to be perfect. I would reiterate, it doesn’t have to be done at one sitting, and, most of all, just keep at it – at whatever speed works for you.

​One box, one drawer, one cabinet at a time.

Please keep sharing your stories with me - I love hearing that we're all in this together! 


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Cleaning Out the Old, Day 20 - Spring Ephemerals

3/7/2025

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​It’s Spring Ephemerals time out here in the woods of Georgia, US.  If you’re a native plant person, if you’re a hiker, if you love tiny flowers, you can’t help but get a little excited at this time of year. The Trout Lily watch started about 3 weeks ago. Phone calls and texts come in every few days from friends saying things like “Are they blooming yet?” Finally, the answer is “yes.” A group of women friends are headed out here on Monday to wander, ooh and ahh, photograph the same photos we take every year. It’s all good.
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After the trout lilies come the tiny, tiny bluets. Then the fabulous diamorpha. Then the trillium, rabbit ears and the native azaleas. 
​There’s a rhythm and a predictability here that makes us feel that all is right in the world. There’s perspective in the woods and the granite outcroppings about landscape, permanence, generational change, aging. Even when things are late, we know they will arrive. Each year my friends and I count ourselves lucky to still be able to do this – to stumble around on the rocks, lay down on the ground in contorted positions for exactly the right shot, to climb up the hills and not be too winded.
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What exactly are the things that are important? Foolish humans, thinking it’s our things in our basements. Out here is where it gets real, every day.
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Take the Diamorpha Smallii, for instance. This little plant, no more than 3 inches tall, grows in the harshest conditions possible. It grows in only 3 places in Georgia, in granite sand in solution pits on our Monadnocks.

Somehow, its tiny roots cling to life in wind and slashing rain. In January the seeds hatch into what looks like expensive red caviar. Gaining strength, roots and a foothold in the changing sand, the plants slowly push up, the caviar becoming tiny succulent leaves. Bloom stems, no thicker than the finest needle, push up. In April the granite riots with red plants with tiny white blooms. After that, the fragile stems dry and hold the seeds up off the granite for the summer, when ground temperatures of 130 degrees F would simply roast them. In the fall they drop to the sand, and the process begins again.

Perseverance. Tenacity. Resilience. Blooming where you are planted. Pick your life lesson.
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​The rhythm to life on the granite has seduced me over the last 18 years. The harshness of the landscape captivates me. For something as permanent as granite, it’s always in flux – always sloughing off a blackened layer to show the beautiful graining and white stone hiding inside. I think it’s the sloughing off I’m identifying most with these days. What hardened outer layers can I let go of? What old stuff is holding me back from showing off the beauty inside? 
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​I was talking to my friend Jenny about the Great Cleaning Out back in January, when my wish for the year revealed itself to be “I wish to clean out the old.” (Hah!) Jenny’s advice was “Start with the things, then move on to yourself.” Truth is, cleaning out the things is pretty well finished.

Time to turn the lens on me. I feel more ephemeral every year. What’s the legacy of living I want to leave behind me? What seeds am I holding up on those rocks for the future?
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​All photos copyright Robbin L Marcus, Stonecrest, GA.
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Cleaning Out the Old, Day 19 - The Pros

3/6/2025

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There’s an art to getting people to part with their things. Some people have it, some rush in like a bull in a china shop and set themselves up for disaster, usually with their parents or grandparents. All those family dynamics get involved, buttons get pushed, it gets worse.

Coincidentally, my younger friend Meredith, who is currently dealing with transitions around her beloved Grandpa Ford, sent these thoughts this morning: “What to say about the hard and holy work of undoing and unbecoming? It can be tender. It can be terrible. And when approached with humility and loving kindness? It can be transformative. Among many other things.” Well said, my friend.
 
Helping loved ones navigate successfully into new stages is the hardest, most holy work we get to do on this planet. Being in the room when the ones who brought us into the world go out of it, is an experience like no other. 
 
Another younger friend of mine who seems to be an expert at this is named Liz. Liz lives in Austin TX with her husband and her teenager. A few years ago, it was necessary to move her beloved mother, Ginny, from her Virginia home to closer to her Liz. 
I had the privilege of meeting them both before this move, when we joined a group of women from all over the US traveling to Israel with the wife of an Episcopal priest.
 
Not only were both of our moms named Ginny, there was something about Liz’s mom and their relationship that touched my heart. I could only imagine taking that trip with my mom. It was lovely to see them interact.  
 
A couple of years and a couple of falls later, it became clear that Ginny could no longer live alone. Through social media, I watched both sides of this story unfold.  Liz was frustrated because she was working full-time and there was no one in Austin to help her. No business at all dedicated to organizing and transitioning seniors. So, she took a leap of faith and founded one. It’s now her full-time company. 
 
I can’t think of anyone who would be better at this. What we’re looking at is the Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning on a professional scale – how to help well-to-do seniors let go of their 3000 square foot homes and all the possessions they won’t need in assisted living. Organizing auctions and sales. Holding hands. Sitting with tears. Moving boxes. I would think that the gift of doing this for others requires a high degree of mastery and sensitivity, which Liz has in spades. 
 
It’s clear that this work is a labor of love. Liz’s Facebook page recently had this job posting on it, which is worth a thousand other words:
Austin Home Transitions is seeking persons who are organizing gurus and love to set up living spaces. AHT focuses on life transitions for seniors. Typically, we are moving them into retirement communities
AHT needs peeps who:
+ love to organize and have a good eye
+ have a strong work ethic
+ can work as needed
+ can work long days
+ don’t require regular income or benefits 
+ don’t require a predictable schedule
+ can lift boxes weighing 5-10 pounds
+ love working with our senior community 
Most moves are
+ Day 1 = Pack (6-8 hrs)
+ Day 2 = Off (movers load & unload)
+ Day 3 = Unpack & Organize (7-9 hrs)
 
Interested? Text, or send an email 
 
This is very rewarding work!

I’ll just leave that right there while calling your attention to the honesty in the words. 
 
I don’t pretend to approach this level of mastery anywhere in my own cleaning process, for myself or for others. It’s hard when you can’t see the forest for the trees, and that’s where organizers come in. If you can afford one to help your family make the tough decisions, it’s likely worth every penny. 
 
Someday, even after all the work we’ve done already, my daughter and I may have to find out. 

Resources:
To see more of Meredith’s lovely writing, go here:
https://www.wordmadelife.com/meredith/

Austin Home Transitions:  https://www.austinhometransitions.com/who-we-are/
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Cleaning Out the Old, Day 18 - The Inconvenient Truth

3/5/2025

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Junkyard Campfire Moon, by Baggeb. Used by permission of the artist.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a person in possession of goods and fortune, must be in want of a landfill.”   - Not-Jane Austen.
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They say that if you want to learn about a civilization, find its landfills. From Tribal midden mounds to Edwardian loos, if you want to find out about tools, pottery, food consumed, whatever – find the garbage. 

When there were less people on the earth, garbage was less of a problem.  When what we tossed was biodegradable, there was less of a problem. Before the age of plastic, we had landfills. Now, we have landmines. 

We have microplastics in every form of life, from the fish in the ocean to human’s wombs and testes. This stuff is never, ever going away. From time to time, you hear about someone who has found a way to gather it up in the ocean. Great. Then what? Do they recycle it? Does it become EVEN MORE plastic?

I was horrified to learn, while watching the Netflix docudrama Buy Now! The Shopping Conspiracy, that we produce about 400 million tons of plastic waste every year. According to the UN, a million plastic bottles are purchased every minute, somewhere on the planet. Approximately 36% of all plastics produced are used in packaging, including single-use plastic products for food and beverage containers. Approximately 85% of this ends up in landfills or as unregulated waste. 

And we got here in my lifetime. 
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When I think of the things my ancestors treasured, they were natural materials, often crafted by hand– glass, porcelain, linens, laces, precious metals, wood.  When I look at the picture I posted in Day 3 of this series of sweet items from my grandfather’s basement bar, not one of them is plastic. ​

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Contrast that with a trip to Target. Or Walmart. Or even the grocery store. Spend your next trip being aware of the sheer amount of plastic being sold and used in the store. Look hard at all the things that are meant to be disposed – not reused. Not possible to recycle. 

Consider that with the stories we now know about how little of the plastic recycling stream actually gets processed. It’s miniscule. It’s defeating.

I have no answers for you, friends. Other than to ask you to do what you can. Look for people who recycle electronics and more challenging plastics (really.) Don’t necessarily trust your curbside pickup, if you still have it. You’ll have to work harder to do your part. 

In my cleaning out, I have first looked for ways for people to reuse what I don’t want. If that doesn’t happen directly, I donate to organizations that only take what they think they can sell and return or recycle the rest. Sometimes I put items on the curb with a “Free” sign. They almost always disappear. The landfill is the very last option, and I hate to use it.

It’s clear those in charge are not interested in saving the planet. If it’s going to happen, like so much real change, it will be grassroots. And we’re tired. It’s all a lot, right now.
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Gaia needs us. If we’re not careful, she, in her entirety, will be this civilization’s landfill.

Resources:
UN Environmental Programme - https://www.unep.org/interactives/beat-plastic-pollution/
Netflix – Buy Now! The Shopping Conspiracy. https://www.netflix.com/title/81554996
Plastic Free July - https://www.plasticfreejuly.org
CHaRM recycling center - https://livethrive.org/charm/

Photo at top, Junkyard Campfire Moon by Baggeb, a 19 year old artist from Sweden.
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Cleaning Out the Old, Day 17 - Transformations

3/4/2025

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It’s been just about a full year since I opened the first box down there in the basement and got the cleaning-out process started. I had a driving need to “get ready,” to create closure and make space for new beginnings. Here’s what’s happened in that year:
  • I retired from the program and the adjunct professorship I created for myself at George Mason University.
  • I moved an entire van worth of furniture and stuff up to my daughter’s house.
  • There’s empty shelving in the basement. 
  • I cut back on my piano students dramatically this fall.
  • Next month my national board service for the Country Dance and Song Society ends after 6 years. 
  • I may have finally learned how to say “no” to things I think I should do, but don’t really want to. (Maybe.)
  • I am listening to myself better and doing a lot more asking for what I want.
 
A year gone by, and while I have made a lot of space in my life, those new beginnings are manifesting in their own time, which is to say, slowly. 
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​In January, I drew Oracle cards for the year. My March card was Claim Your Sovereignty, with this description.

“Don’t be afraid of your transformation. Release your old ideas and false beliefs as easily and naturally as a snake sheds it’s skin. Stand in the center of your life. Even amid change, take up space, without contorting or contracting to make others more comfortable. Embody the power that was once denied you.”
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Strong and powerful words, which I’m taking seriously. So many ways to look at the idea of "taking space."


This space-making also includes opening mental and physical space for things I’ve always wanted but never allowed myself to have, such as handmade pottery dishes. Dave and I recently invested in a very simple service for 4 – four each dinner plates, lunch plates and bowls. It’s so lovely. It’s enough. We deserve it. If we break one, we'll buy another.

I have put up wallpaper on a few accent walls in February because I like it. I painted a small room bright peach because it makes me happy. I hung some of my rediscovered hats and old mirrors on the walls. 
This cleaning out process has not been about denying myself. Not at all. More about coming into myself. Enjoying having less. Having more of what matters to me and less detritus that I’ve been dragging around for years. 

I can tell you that I feel lighter. There’s been a lot of healing in the letting go. Things in my family were never just Things – there was a lot of emotional attachment around them. That, I think, is mostly gone for me now. The space of years is kind that way.
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The door has been opened, the hearth has been swept, the warm breeze is stirring. Spring is arriving.
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Cleaning Out the Old, Day 16 - holy sites

3/3/2025

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An evocative photo of my mother – also in the box, also kept by my father.
the places in our heart
where the world took bites
out of us
 
may never fully heal
  and will likely become 
wide open spaces
 
~ be careful to not fill them
with just anything or anyone 
 
your wounds aren’t supposed
to become attics for you to hoard
unnecessary junk 
 
these holes in our hearts
are holy sites
 
and we should treat
 them as such
 
so when visiting your old wounds
make sure to take your shoes off
and turn off your cellphone
 
sit by candlelight
  and watch how the shadows
tell the story how brave you are
 
~ to survive
 
(john roedel)


Questions forever unanswered. 

When I look, I see a beautiful woman in her early 40’s looking out into the unknown. 
Fuzzy, like her limited vision always was.
A limited edition,
She strains to see a future she will never know.

Through mists of time I look back at my father looking back at my mother.
Did any of us know? Do we ever?

No one survives; no one comes in knowing when they are going out.
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Who tends the holy sites when we are gone?
Who knows when the veil is thin?
Who heals them in another generation?


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