"Have nothing in your homes that you do not know to be useful and believe to be beautiful."---William Morris
I am at the place in my life where I only want to be surrounded by things, thoughts and friendships that are nuturing and beneficial to me. This wasn't always the case. For years I lived as a pack rat. I saved old furniture I would "someday" restore, pre-Olivia clothes I hoped to squeeze into again. I also had a sizeable collection of past memories and hurts that sat dusty and heavy on my mind's shelves. Art and art journaling have been my main tools in the sorting and clearing of thoughts that don't serve for my greater good but cleaning out clutter from deep within cabinets and from the corners of closets has also been a sort of spiritual awakening. If an object doesn't resonate with who I am it has to leave. I never dreamed of how good this would feel. Who knew! I was floored. If only I had done this years ago.
The book where I first encountered this concept was Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach and I find myself turning to it's pages at least once a week for a tidbit of wisdom to get my feet back on the path when I stray for stray I always do.
For some reason I seem to spot this book frequently at thrift stores. I never buy the copies but I should and pass them around to friends and strangers alike. Everyone needs this book... Is there a book you feel this way about? I'd love to hear about it.
It was a grey day here on Tuesday and as I searched for cheer and color around the house my eyes settled on the opposite-shelves of dark old cameras. Twenty or so. They had been housed for years behind glass doors, untouched except for the Brownie I use to do the TTVF technique. It was with a twinge of sadness that I realized I no longer really loved the cameras. Not really. Not like I used too. I found myself fighting the feeling. Of course I love them I told myself. "They are your collection. They are part of you. You have been lugging them from place to place since you were a teen, " I said.
As I was taking them in turn down from the shelves a thought, clear as a bell, rang in my head. Now that they are leaving I am opening the door for something new, something more in line with where I am today. Cool. I wonder what it will be....
And then...guess what? Something arrived the same day!
Given to my husband by someone who was cleaning out her own house. How about that! She remembered hearing once that I liked art. I squealed. Olivia squealed. We spent hours flipping through the pages and talking about life and the beauty of giving.
It was a good day.