Decluttering
…the magic in chaos
First the prompts (I keep forgetting what day it is 🥰 Thank you Heather for the reminder 💖💖💖)
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Week 9
Corn like Stained Glass
A Tiny House in the Woods
A Terrarium for Memories
Playwright, poet, prose writer, translator, spy
Mundane Prescience
Keeper of the Toad
My Real Smile
The tiny book is here, done quickly cuz today is about de-cluttering.
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Tiny book #56
Carry Me Home
(I wrote a song as a teenager with this title, and I still remember a tiny bit of it)
Above is a ridiculous and awkward voice note that will stand in for today’s daily sorting. I feel hopeful today. Which is funny, because I’m de-cluttering my home so we can put it on the market.
I’ve already hugged a doorframe and told my home I’ll miss it. Because I will. This house has got such good bones, and it has held us, and made me feel genuinely home.
I promised pictures of the before the great de-clutterring.
Because I absolutely do feel comfortable in the home full of what other people might call doom-piles.
My tiny writing nook that I’m going to have to paint over and remove all the orbs and trinkets from.
Our basement full of cardboard boxes and art supplies
The chaos corner
the nook of utter nonsense
pantry of forgotten cereals
Maybe your house looks a little like this, or maybe you had a parent who would have been mortified to see something this.
…but I feel comfortable here.
I’m excited about managing it. But I do not feel shame. I feel. Okay.
I’ll post the pictures of what these spaces look like tomorrow. Like one of those ridiculous 80s makeover shows, where you know that person was already awesome in the first place.
Heart,
Wake
Thank you for so generously sharing the beautiful clutter. I am a little reassured about our shared space.💕
A language-loving aside follows:
If this had been in Indonesian, there would have been no ambiguity about whether I meant a space that you and I share, or a space that I share with another (I meant the latter). This is because, like some other languages, Indonesian has different we/us/our (second person plural) pronouns, depending on whether the speaker is including the person being addressed (or the reader), or not.
This is a great example to use as a gentle challenge to someone raving about how English is so superior in its specificity. 🙂
It occurs to me that snails, although they carry their house on their back, still have specific adaptations for their type and general location. ( Are there snail sub-species, or are they distinct species? Must go find out.)
Thank you Wake, for widening our love and appreciation for both snails, and still-workable piles of stuff. 💕
thank you for the lovely smile today :)