Socrates: "He is nearest to God who has the fewest things."
(It's Thursday, my "gallery-sitting" day.) How very lucky for all of you....LOL....that I have the time to read and write.
I wonder just how long it's been since I've had the awareness that the clutter that fills whole floors of my house is also cluttering my mind, my creativity. Seems like forever. It's one of those things that is just too unpleasant to undertake. There's always something else I'd rather be doing.
So, I'm somewhere in the middle of Wayne Dyer's newest book, "Inspiration, Your Ultimate Calling," where he's laying out 12 steps to Simplicity. Of course, the first one is "Unclutter your life, literally....(before correcting it I had written "litterally" - HA! Freud!).....but I digress (teehee). Purge, donate - anything you no longer have an actual use for in your life. Get rid of it!
Did I need Wayne Dyer to spell that out for me? No. Is it rocket science? No. But at this moment in time, the idea seems like one whose time may have finally arrived.
Where I'm headed, where I want to be, is a very peaceful, unencumbered classroom with God. I want the time and space to sit and listen and learn, without the nagging feeling that there are other things I should be doing.
I've been in this 2.5 story, 4-BR house with full basement for 24 years now -- most of that time with a spouse and two children, none of whom ever parted with much of anything. You can imagine how much "stuff" all those rooms, and attic and basement, have collected over all these years.
Yes, the offspring have moved out. No, their abodes are not cluttered. Everything they don't have space for at the moment, anything they may need or want, or some friend or acquaintace may want at some future date is here -- oh, and let's not forget the 2-car garage (which can barely house one car), and the attached shed!
I think part of the difficulty of purging (for me) is, having been the "guardian" of all this "stuff" for so long now, I somehow feel the need to send it off to the "right" place. So, sorting becomes a very burdensome task. Oh, this can go to Goodwill; this is very valuable - secondhand consignment shop; this would look good on Aunt Fran. Wonder if she'd like it? I bet the school would want these. These should go to the church rummage sale. Call the Kidney Foundation to pick these up. <sigh>
Regardless of HOW it gets done, it has become quite apparent to me that before I can take the next step forward in my spiritual development, or begin any major writing assignment, I must unclutter my life.
It is my plan to begin tomorrow.
God, please do not let this be one of those tomorrows that never come, like the sign on the wall at Roosters: "Free beer ---- tomorrow" !!
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