I made a big announcement during Lent: I am exploring cleaning house as a spiritual discipline. Let's just say that this is a looooong journey that I am on. My heart is still not really with it. I am sorting through our life's belongings and trying to decide if if each piece can stay or go. Along with my cleaning and decluttering practices I am looking at how I can do more for recycling on the cheap. My soul does rejoice each and every time I can load up more things in my van and take them to Goodwill store for someone else to treasure. My heart is lighter little by little, box by box that goes away from my house. I find my task to be taking to places in the past when my children were small. Little memories that remind me why I wanted to be mom. Now as I move in to another season of child-rearing with only one child at home, and grown children living away, I am looking backward and forward. Decluttering the past is not as easy as it looks when claiming the present day as a new gift of time with the remaining son. I don't have the answers, nor do I expect that I will find them handed to me in box of dust covered memories. All I know is I need more space in my memories and house. More space to enjoy the present and preserve the past.
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