An unexpected treasure revealed on the journey of Clutter Clearing has been to reconnect with my previous passion for gardening. I am as excited as a young child on Christmas Eve at the recent acquisition of an allotment. It requires self-discipline not to spend all day everyday, tilling the soil on my small patch of Mother Earth as I invariably come home tired, yet enlivened with a smile on my face and joy in my heart.
Recently I have been reflecting and writing about my life for a creative project. I spent yesterday evening sitting on my lounge floor surrounded by old photographs, being transported back in time. It was a fun activity though tinged with some sadness and regret. Perhaps regret is too strong a word and even sadness does not capture what I was feeling. Rather, it was a sense of acknowledging roads not travelled.
It’s easy to overlook the simple things in life. For instance, that a journey has to start at the beginning by taking first one step, then another and another, until we reach our journeys end.
When I reflect on my own journey from birth to the present day I see countless journeys and roads travelled. Some of these journeys are reflected in my surroundings, in the myriad of objects in my home.