Showing posts with label stewardship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stewardship. Show all posts

Thursday, April 2, 2026

A Wider Perspective on A Big Purge

I’ve been following this young woman and her husband for way over five years on Facebook. They are an extraordinarily talented couple with big plans and accomplishments that continue to unfold in their lives and directly impact the lives of their community.  Labeling them as adventurous souls feels inadequate. When I read Liza’s recent Facebook post on purging their homestead - in fact, her childhood home - I felt compelled to share her powerful words. She was happy to oblige!  Her words go deep and, like every word she writes [unedited], inspiration abounds and the hearts of her readers are touched with Truth. She has described The Big Purge so much better than I did in my last post by taking this subject to the next level.  - Tina Levy 

Liza

Posted on Facebook March 13, 2026 by Liza Piza Balstein


For the past few months, I’ve kept a mantra in my head like a skipping record: everything and everyone has its place. It’s a small sentence, but it has carried me through. It keeps me grounded when things feel chaotic, and it reminds me that even when I can’t see the full picture, there is still a larger ecosystem that I’m part of and can tap into at anytime.


That idea has helped me as we began the daunting task of emptying this house that’s held more than forty years of belongings from several different lives. The sheer volume of things was overwhelming. Every room contained layers of objects—some sentimental, some practical, many forgotten. Sorting through it all forced me to ask a constant question: where does this belong now?


The things is, I'm stubborn. And I have done just about everything I can do to avoid the landfill. Throwing everything away or packing it up to be stored in some unit somewhere else felt like the easiest solution, but it also felt wrong. If something is still useful, meaningful, or necessary and we can't bring it with us, I believed there was still a place for it somewhere.


In the process of redistributing these belongings, I ended up having more than a thousand exchanges with people. Some items were sold, but much of it was simply given away. What started as a logistical challenge gradually became something much more human. Each interaction was a small moment of connection with someone from a different walk of life. A chair, a tool, a set of dishes, or a compost bin became the starting point for conversations and shared stories.


Watching something that had been sitting unused in a house for years suddenly become valuable again in someone else’s life-- especially to those living on tight incomes, people struggling to make ends meet, or individuals who didn’t even speak English as their first language, it created a powerful sense that even in this small way, with intention things can move back into balance.


Over time, the experience started to feel like more than just clearing out a house. It became a lesson in how imbalance works. Often, things in the world are not broken because they need to be destroyed; they’re simply out of place. One person has too much while another goes without. Useful objects sit idle while someone else struggles to afford them. When that happens, the answer isn’t always to discard or erase—it may simply be to move things into better alignment.


Many of the problems we face, both personally and collectively, seem to grow out of imbalance. We often respond by trying to eliminate or obliterate what feels wrong. But sometimes the better response is to reposition—to help restore equilibrium rather than start from scratch.

In a small way, it was my part in helping restore balance to the world. It turned disposal into connection. It reminded me that objects carry usefulness beyond the moment we stop needing them, and that people are often far more willing to help one another than we assume.


Most of all, it reinforced the belief that everything and everyone has a place. Our responsibility is not necessarily to control the entire system, but to participate in it thoughtfully—to notice when something is out of alignment and, where we can, help guide it toward a better place.


The larger picture may always remain partly out of view. But even without seeing it fully, we can still take part in the quiet work of restoring balance around us.

Let me know! Sending you all lots and lots of love! ❤ ❤ ❤



Wishing you Well in All Ways Always,


Eliza Epstein

Holistic Health Specialist

WWW.Wholesomelyhealing.com


Eliza Bailstein is a writer, teacher and Holistic Health Specialist at Wholesomely Healing LLC specializing in Mental, Physical and Emotional Wellbeing. She and her husband are traveling nomads who travel with their van and teardrop-shaped teeny-tiny home. Together, they co-founded Rising Light and have organized hundreds of hands-on workshops related to holistic natural health practices, communication and conflict resolution skill-building, joyful self-expression, and environmental regeneration.


You can read her insightful, thought-provoking essays by subscribing to her Substack: https://substack.com/@elizabailstein


And learn about their non-profit at BeamingLove.org and her business at WholesomelyHealing.com



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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Ode to 5305 Chez Levy circa 1948

Our old house, dubbed "Chez Levy" on a dinner party menu I made years back, was built in 1948. It is no longer ours but I had to capture its essence in photos before we left it--as best as I could--that is, if it's even possible to photograph those parts of us that stay behind in grace and beauty and color and style.   Every inch of brush stroke and corner cleaned to our satisfaction. Every window dressing something discussed and decided upon. Every color chosen carefully. Every repair done skillfully with loving hands to maintain our investment. Every inch cleaned with a commitment to keeping things nice.  Every foot of acreage seeping with Nathan's environmental stewardship and love for the land and nature. 

The furniture is no longer there but part of us--and everyone who entered its space--remains. This was not what one might call a fancy home, ah, but such a real one! Filled with love and parties and friends and caring and sharing. A home that supported us as entrepreneurs, lending itself as an administrative office for a training business, a studio for artistic endeavors, cottage industry home cooking, a center for education in diverse healthful subjects, and a distribution center for healthy locally grown food by St. Petersburg urban farmers. This home was privy to tough subjects, mournful tears, warming hugs, and friends who met there and remain good friends to this day. This home was a meeting place for such a wide variety of people who may never have met if this home had not opened its doors and welcomed all who entered.

Here is my Ode to Chez Levy... in all its nakedness... and ours.

Sunday, May 5, 2019

Raccupine Farms

A visiting friend recently made me think of a story that I published in another blog of mine called Raccupine Farms back in 2010.  The post was written a little over a year after being "managed out" of my corporate job when I turned fifty-five.  My spirit was broken and I was burned out from six months of unethical practices of abuse-- albeit normal, I've heard from other survivors-- from my managers. Looking back, I had no business being in that particular corporate structure. I am an empath NOT a barracuda. It had been a painful year and I was still recovering from exhaustion and the trauma of rejection.

Our marriage was twelve years old at that time, neither of us had made it that long in other relationships, and I was feeling introspective on the wonderful transition that began for me when Nathan came into my life and into this house. 

Almost ten years have passed and I will let the piece speak for itself. It gives me joy to revisit it and celebrate how we have come through hard times and still managed to heal each other with our love for one another.

https://raccupinefarms.blogspot.com/2010/08/dirt-composting-and-love.html