Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Decluttering & Magnetic Poetry

I’ve been doing some decluttering. It’s never easy to let go of things, and I always think that I’m going to get rid of more than I actually do. I talked hubby into allowing me to bring one more shelf into the house and to buy one short cube shelf for the closet because I’ve just run out of space for all the clothes that I’ve accumulated, mostly pants and cute tops that I’ve found at the second hand stores. Everything is started to look a lot neater. There was a bag that has been laying around, stuffed with pages out of calendars that I wanted to save because they had great quotes or good books. I finally sorted through that bag, mostly old receipts that I don’t need and other pieces of paper that needed to go. 

It’s amazing how much stuff we actually accumulate in our lifetimes. I don’t want to be a hoarder; I don’t want to collect things that I forget about and lock away in boxes that I only open every now and then. 

I keep trying to consolidate and let go of more books that are packed away in the garage. I did let go of some. I donated a box of children books and a few other books and some other miscellaneous items. I had hubby bring three boxes inside, so that I could go through them and hopefully detach from some of the things inside and possibly donate some. I came across my tin of words from the magnetic poetry kits that I bought some time ago. We used to keep all the words–or almost all of them on the refrigerator and we’d take turns making up silly sentences or endearing ones too. When we moved, I took them all down and put them in their tin box, leaving them stored away in yet another box in the garage. 

I took the tin out and randomly chose a few words, tried to string them together. I decided that maybe I would do this every day and write down what I came up with. The first day, I stuck to the words that I picked; the second day, I added some prepositions; the third day, I did the same as the second, but didn’t feel that I needed to use all the words, especially since many of them would’t have been useful in that instance; on the fourth day, I felt like I was loosening up and added to the words because the words I chose, created an image in my mind and the result made me smile inside because it was silly. 

It’s been fun and zen-like, my morning meditation. I haven’t yet selected my words for this morning, but I think I will when I’m done writing.

Only night must question truth.

This made me start thinking about nighttime and darkness and how we often find truth within the dark moments in life, how the dark illuminates and becomes light.

born under the 
weight of the velvet

The present lingers on
like the warmest day.

“Remember,” said the feline,
“the remedy is to recover.”

I swallowed curiosity and 

spit it back out.


Ashok said...
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Ashok said...

Looks like you are living in an independent home now Rebb, because of he mention of Garage. Are you gardening too? Your writing and thoughts are getting more and more spiritual, and it does seem to be that spiritual persons do not like the clutter of many possessions and things. The cube shelf for the closet is a good idea and I could do with one too seeing the clutter in mine.

Rebb said...

Hi Ashok,

Yes, we are living in a duplex, so half a home. I like it much better than living in an apartment. Our poor backyard needs attention. No gardening. We have lots of tall weeds that need pulling. Decluttering seems a life long process. I still have much work to do...I try to take it little by little. I wish it were easier to let go of things we know we are not going to use. The cube shelf has worked out wonderfully!