A LIFETIME OF STUFF ~ waiting to be tossed, donated, saved . . . ?
Treasures, junk, possibility clutter, BOOKS, art materials, journals, clothes I never wear ~
and precious things that make me smile or weep with nostalgia.
For years I've worked amongst the clutter
Stacked it neatly
Pushed it into a cupboard or under the bed
BUT IT'S ALWAYS THERE
LIKE A WEIGHT
LIKE SLUDGE AT THE BOTTOM OF A CLEAR POOL
Next week I'm 81 years old
We're moving into a smaller house with NO storage!
If there were ever a time to bite the bullet
Clear the decks
THIS IS IT!
~ I Imagine a simple life ~
Breathing this clean air
Some soft clothes for lounging, reading, writing
Rugged but cute outdoor wear
Husky boots and 'Wellies' for walking
A few dress-up garments for concerts and parties
And, of course, the art supplies, the tools !
Now that's a problem
What to keep?
I don't have enough lifetimes to create everything I dream of ~
Everyday I see NEW creative possibilities on the beach
e.g. ~ I can't wait to burn some Rumi quotes into the bleached white surface
of ancient wood the waves pushed ashore
Alas, this NEW LIFE requires sacrificing old ideas that never have,
or never will, come to pass
THERE IS ALWAYS A SACRIFICE
That old stuff is 'heavy'
AND THERE'S SO MUCH OF IT
SO LITTLE ENERGY
AM I UP TO THIS TASK??