Monday, February 9, 2015

Wintering In

 
 
 










 
 




 
 
     February--that month of cold isolation, grey skies and stripped trees. Spring seems so far away, like a faintly remembered dream. And yet, thankfully, there is this home, this nest, this place of warm refuge. One can make of a home whatever she wishes, and what better month to do that than in this month of quiet contemplation.  And so, like every other February I can remember, that fever has again come over me. I have been moving things, re-arranging, getting rid of old things, purchasing a few new things, and most of all, de-cluttering. Words I recently read echo in my head:
    
"You can never get enough of what you don't need to make you happy." (Eric Hoffer)
 
       How true, I think. It isn't that I wish to become an minimalist. I want to have many beautiful, comfortable things I love surrounding me in my own home. They don't need to be expensive. (Most of my most precious pretties have had a previous life.) They don't need to be important, or impressive. They just need to be either useful or beautiful. Preferably both. Beauty is, indeed, in the eye of the beholder. What is beautiful to me may not be to you, and visa-versa. The important thing is to know your own heart, your own style, and stay true to that rather than to passing fads. Beautiful things are comforting to the soul, as long as one does not allow them to become idols that rule over us. So I try to collect them, and at times dispose of them, carefully.
      When those Things--beautiful and useful or not--become over-abundant one feels rather like someone who loves food, but feels rather ill from having over-eaten. There is a fine line between accumulating and hoarding. I don't wish to accumulate, or collect, let alone hoard. There comes a time when accumulations become burdens. That is when I begin to realize that every Thing that I own also owns a piece of me. I must clean it. Arrange it. Re-arrange it. Insure it. Organize it. Repair it. It. It. It. What about me? I sometimes need freedom from all those Things that have begun to entangle me, my time, my attention. And that usually happens, most urgently, in February.
      That is one reason why I have begun to put many of my beautiful things in my Ebay store. It is time to let them move on to a home that, once again, appreciates them. Meanwhile, I want to breathe fresh air. I want to be able to keep my home easy to clean and clutter free. I need open spaces between the beautiful things I have carefully chosen to stay here with me--for the time being, at least.  Once again, I resolve to be a more careful gatekeeper of what enters my door to stay. Because I want everything inside this nest to be well curated, well cared for, and well loved. Then I will be ready to once again embrace spring. 


 
 
 
 

8 comments:

  1. I enjoyed your beautiful post. You have a very pretty home and an eye for cool things!!

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    1. Thanks, Penny. Most of my pretty things came from garage sales, estate sales or thrift shops. It is so much fun to find them and let them live here for a while.

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  2. Very well said! And you may come over east and decorate my house! You have very good taste.
    Jenifer

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    1. Send me the airline ticket and I'll be right there, Jenifer!

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  3. Everything looks so beautiful Linda. I really love how your coffee table books look on the floor. Wow..I would never consider that, but it's very beautiful. Great post. I also find that with a lot of physical clutter comes mental clutter.

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    1. So true! I cannot think or work well in the middle of disorder.

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