It’s fifty degrees and the forsythia is budding. That means one thing: I will try, and probably fail, to do a serious spring cleanout.Thanks for reading Red Dirt Rambler! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Here’s why I want to try: I’m embarrassed by the thought of my kids cleaning out our house after I’m gone. It’s too easy to imagine them saying things like, “Who still uses paper clips?” or “Why are there DVDs mixed in with the cookbooks?”
Exactly this! for those of us who ascribe meaning to objects. Some call this sentimental and I prefer nostalgic, and that exquisite tug of memory and emotion connected to the heart.
This is what makes it hard to let go. Getting rid of objects feels like tossing away the memories that are attached to them. I try, I keep trying. To purge, let go, clear out the excess. It is a process to allow ourselves to let go.
Exactly this! for those of us who ascribe meaning to objects. Some call this sentimental and I prefer nostalgic, and that exquisite tug of memory and emotion connected to the heart.
"Our objects act as magic portals to the past."
This is what makes it hard to let go. Getting rid of objects feels like tossing away the memories that are attached to them. I try, I keep trying. To purge, let go, clear out the excess. It is a process to allow ourselves to let go.