Life Moves Onward

Ice Diva Oriel (photo by Michael Serecsko)

Well, another goal has been reached, without too much kicking and screaming! My office (much in the same disrepair as my art studio -- no pictures, sorry) has been cleaned up, organized, made ready for any future business that developes. Ready and waiting. Kind of a miracle, really. My husband's best friend from highschool came for a prolonged visit. Billy is a professional "clutter buster" -- so I set him loose on my home office. Oh my. What a beautiful thing to observe. But I I have to say that I was ready. I have a new space now -- still I need to go through some of the boxes. (Especially photos -- for god's sake -- how many photos does one need, really? And are they the ones we really want? I can think right now of specific photos I wish I still had -- I'd trade all of these for those in a minute!) I like the feeling of my office now -- like there's space for new things to come in. Like there's room for me to twirl around and sing and dance to my cat as I take a break from taxes. I like how the wall behind my computer is filled with prints and photos and art that is no longer distracting but a work of art in itself.

What would it feel like to not be bogged down with stuff? To just feel my mane blowing in the wind?