'feels like i dropped into a warm cozy cave waiting for only me,' journal page, 2011
ruthless is not a word i usually use for myself. but that is what i feel like
as i clear out my stuff from
poetry books from the days when writing poetry took up my full psyche
piles of papers sorted out kept for what? collage one day?
old paper patterns used when i to sewed all of my clothes, that's been decades,
dolls that collect dust
books that i read, loved and thought i'd read again...one day
knitting books with colorful, delightful pictures of potential projects
everything takes up space; both physical, also psychic...and maybe even
emotional space. for now i am starting with clearing out the physical space.
one section at a time.
already i feel a difference. i have done his before, cleared out the stuff but
had always felt the void, the vacuum created and just as quickly filled it.
i don't have that desire this time. i found a blog post titled de-owning. I like that.
i am trying not to make this a big deal
but it sure is taking up lots of my time.
ps
and i am feeling a wee bit proud of myself too.
