Monday, August
17—summer is over. I know it is. This realization came most unexpectedly upon me this
very morning the moment I came down from our upstairs bedroom and stepped into our
kitchen... from outside those windows, the
darkest night was peeking through. I
looked at it and she looked at me and I couldn’t believe how sudden and how
unexpected the seasons had started changing.
Right until
yesterday we used to wake up by the power of daylight. Light shining through our morning. Light peeking through windows and openings. But that’s not anymore.
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Sept 5
They are living things, t hey respire,
move, and respond to stimuli and they give me something to love and do from the conform of
my home.
How many days
and weeks have passed since I last wrote. Days go by like water escapes through our fingers, and here we are standing at the brink of yet another ending.
I have pruned again and again... once, twice, or three more times; this time, not caring where I cut or what I took out or pulled out for good... like the phlox and the
lilies.
Is it alright to take things out of the garden without the feel of guilt hanging from your thoughts? It is, and I’m done with much of it. The heat this year has been beyond believe,
as never before, and with me working full time outside our home there’s absolutely
no desire whatsoever to deal with the pests and infestation that has come down
this year over my precious garden. So, I didn't feel bad about having removed and pulled things out for good.
I’m trying to do
the same inside the house. These days of
retrospection have made me want to simplify my life; simplify my home and so I just closed my
eyes to the unnecessary in life and have given away things I'd had never done before.
I should had sold a
few of these things I gave away, but selling bring its own stress, and thus I rather give than sell.
I have
cleaned my closet deeply; which means I have gotten rid of most of my shoes;
particularly high heels that I know I won't use nor want to use again, as well as purses and bags and jewelry... Even if I still love these things, I’m
done with them. So out of my closet and my life they
went.
I gave away a lot of those little things I used to love years ago; the
things you acquire and accumulate through the years just because you had a blog and needed to
post pretty things all the time or because you saw something you like on someone’s
else’s blog and you needed to have it too or make it or whatever it was... I’m done with all of that... done with the accumulation of unnecessary
things.
I want to leave
light, walk in the light and have my house free of a lot of things I won’t use
again or don’t want to use again. And
thus, yes, my friends, age changes you, life changes and it changes you—at least it does it to me... and my thoughts and my desires are
on another level these days.
If I should find
pleasure with anything these days it would have to be my plants... they are my
pastime and my therapy. They make me so
happy and they give our home such vibe...
Remember my cute little candlelight lamp?
I decided to paint it white...
Take care my friend...
Be safe
Keep your faith alive!
Your plants are beautiful. I can see why they bring you peace and contentment. I have been getting rid of stuff, too. It feels good to have less. Many blessings to you.
ReplyDeleteLast year I cleaned out--closets, drawers, kitchen cabinets, shelves. Critically looking at each item and determining if I needed it or would ever use it again.
ReplyDeleteMy granddaughter was the recipient of a very expensive Kitchen Aide mixer, an electric griddle, a 4 slice toaster and a large Crock Pot. Baking pans were discarded--I don't bake anymore, I don't need a 4 slice toaster. I did keep one 9x12" backing pan, just in case one of my kids wants me to make Mississippi Mud Brownies. That's it. I gave my sister things that had been our Mother's or Grandma's--let her clean the dust off the antiques. Suddenly, my wee home started feeling fresher, like there was more air to breathe. No "Stuff" on tables, shelves, dresser, etc. Simple curtains went up and down came the heavy drapes. I have large windows and there is more light coming in. I can see more of the outside. I still have some pieces that are precious to me, but I do like the minimalistic atmosphere so much better than all the frou-frou.
My life has really been riddled with things for the past 66 years! I am 66. lol... I am so desperately tired of dealing with things... cleaning them. loving them, hating them. storing them, purging... selling, donating, repurposing, grieving over keepsakes that remind me of someone, feeling anger over things that were stolen or vandalized... trying to think of things to give for holidays... whew! big sigh... Things actually consume us--- not the other way around.
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