The decluttering continues.
Last Saturday I went back and forth with my little Granny-Porsche seven
times to the nearest charity shop, donating my unwanted items. It is quite cheery walking past the shop
every day to and from work now, seeing my donations prominently displayed in
their windows! I am especially pleased
with my massive ‘mural’. Years ago I
painted an entire bedsheet with a mountain scene, complete with a castle,
waterfall, walled city, lake with a fisherman, and even a dragon. Lots of little white clouds, too! It looks totally cute, the sort of thing a
kindergarten should like. I never used
it, because I didn’t have a wall big enough to display it. Well, I have such a wall, but I can’t stand
far enough away from it to actually see the ‘mural’, so it would have been
pointless to hang it up. Anyway, this
epic artwork is now the background of the charity shop window!!!! I am so pleased; finally I can see it in all
its cheerful glory. Of course eventually
someone will buy it, but in the meantime I admire it twice daily for a few
minutes.
Decluttering is teaching me ruthlessness and cruelty. Never mind an ornament was a Christmas
present from a good friend, if it needs dusting it gets donated. Spare carpets, pictures, curtains, books,
wooden sculptures, they have all been decluttered. This attitude of ruthlessness has been
spreading to other areas of my life as well.
I realise I have been collecting not just excess material possessions
which clutter up my life, but also spiritual and emotional experiences that
clog up my brain.
