boxes being collected
garage sale stuff stashed
precious memories being boxed
broken trinkets trashed
i am having a hard time quantifying my life into such black and white area's -- with rigidity and rules. i know that this type of spring cleaning can be good for the soul ... but i am yet to experience that refreshment of heart.
i believe it will happen ... am absolutely confident of that. but just at this particular moment ... the reflection on the relationships and people who have become so dear to us here are the focus of my hearts eye. and perhaps that is the key. "things" don't make memories ... people do.
one of those beautiful things about a simple life. memories don't clutter ... memories clarify. memories are a part of the tapestry of our lives and loves. a representation of the people that have meant so much to us. a representation of the relationships that are yet a promise that is held in tomorrow.