It’s autumn here but there’s this urgency growing beneath my skin to do some spring cleaning.
Behind cupboard doors sit unused things, taking up space, collecting dust.
Some are just too hard to reach so they’re forgotten.
Drawers in disarray feel fuller.
Closets that looked bare only months ago now seem to burst with a sea of cotton.
At a glance things look fine, but behind closed doors Mess lurks.
It’s driving me mad and I’m having brutal impulses to Purge. All. This. Stuff.
I’ve realized that I get this way when I’m tired or stressed. (Or extra “this way” when I’m tired and stressed.)
It’s suffocating and stiffling and whereisthespacetocreateandenjoy?
I want to simplify. Reduce. Get rid of fillers and noise and things that make me feel stuffy.
I want to open the curtains and let the breeze in.
I want to lift lids and move rugs.
And maybe it’s not really about things being clean or organized.
Maybe it’s just me wanting to gain some sort of sense of mastery over the chaos. Reign it in.
I never thought I had control issues. Until I had children. Children who have minds and clocks and opinions of their own.
They will not be controlled. They fit in no boxes. they respond to no formulas. (I’m glad for that. Mostly.)
But they make me realize that I have to let go. (MOre.) I have to create more margin. I have to find breathing space.
Life is too full to be full.
And maybe it’s not even a negative thing to want to reign in the chaos and restore some order. Maybe it’s the creative process starting all over again. God brought order out of chaos, right?
So when this sort, sift, clean, organize, purge, open-up-the-doors-and-let-the-good-green-earth-come-in thing starts to happen to me, it makes me stop and think:
Is it hte house that needs tending? Or is it my soul?
Perhaps we both need to open up the windows a bit wider?
Q for you: How does your physical environment influence your mental/emotional/spiritual realm? (Or the reverse?)
p.s. Admittedly, this post is a bit scattered tonight. I suppose that’s just going to happen occasionally when writing in this format with no structure or editing. I suppose also that’s part of the God-getting-in-the-cracks process. And the humbling-me process. Sometimes it truly is hard to hit “publish”…
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