Since the fire I have cleaning out the clutter so to speak. If I don't need it or can't use it I am either throwing it away or giving it to St. Vincent De Paul. Being a quilter I am a pack rat. The majority of the human race are pack rats. Some are extreme about it and some are not. It goes back to our dark past when we use to roam through the continents and kill our own food.
For what ever reason I have started to clean out my nooks and crannies. It is feeling good to do this. This morning I got into my dresser to two drawers of clothes that I have not worn in heaven knows when and threw them into a plastic garbage bag bound for the charity shop. I did not even look at the clothes just threw them in the bag. Making room for the clothes that I am actually wearing. The next stop is my closet. Not today though. I am doing this in little bursts of "this has got to go!"
As I am cleaning out my clutter physically I noticed that mentally I am feeling better and better. I am not sure what is going on but I am enjoying a clutter free life. I also think that the old man is also.
Feeling a little more free.
The Lion
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