Day 4. What is Clutter?

Day 4. What is clutter? How does clutter show up in my life?

Clutter is my life, my achilles heal. It is the thing that can hold me back from fully living and I can let it cause shame and confusion like a dominating monster taking over my physical space, my cyber space and my head space. Yet until I face it head on with an open heart, put on my armor of compassion, acceptance and playfulness, I am able to embrace it as my palette for creation and discovery.

There seems to be 2 types of clutter I deal with, those which are the articles I interact with on a daily basis that go willy nilly in random landing places that I later have to dig through and find, digital doodads vying for my attention, and the other category are artifacts of the past, accumulating like flotsam and jetsam in some corner or box or covered up by old quilts taking up space or floating in cyberworld.

I call it Being on an Archeological Dig through the Treasure (or is it Treacherous) Chest of My Life. Every day, I get to create newly my context as this crafty monster (which is an opinion about it all that really resides inside my head!) is always finding ways to defeat me, distract me or say it's useless.

Today on this Christmas Eve Day, the sun shining brightly, I will make merry, go for an initiating walk, come home, put on Christmas music, make beautiful smells occur with essential oils and honor the space, creating harmony out of chaos, open to the cheer of the season when sometimes I'd just rather jeer. I'm getting the imaga of the transformation of the Grinch, write now. ;}

I have come to accept that my relationship to clutter is like a sacred wound, as Rumi says “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” I am learning to invite this journey as exhilarating. Just in the writing of this I have entered a new space. Gosh, I'm finding my unintended puns and typos that I'll just let be, like achilles heal (heel) and imaga (image) and write (right) now.