[Image via Michelle at Pinterest]
I’m drowning in clutter. I know it’s a running theme in this blog as of late, and possibly starting to get tired and old, but I’m consumed by it. Because, I’m still struggling with not needing to constantly pick up or wipe down or put away. I know that it is going to be a perpetual state in our home, and that it’s better not to dwell on it for the sake of some semblance of sanity.
But this is more about what’s going on inside me. My brain. My heart. My soul. I keep adding projects and to-do lists for that fantasy world when I have all the time I need at my disposal. Books to read. Or finish reading. Articles/essays/blogs/books to write. Closets and clothes to organize/donate/wash. Social commitments. Running. Ministry. Travelling. Connecting. Learning. Initiating. Pursuing.
I mentioned before that the mess in the house in some ways seems to physically embody that mess inside, and here, especially in terms of stuff. Too much stuff. What happens is that, like the constant chicken-with-my-head-cut-off-running-around-the-house I do – inside – I feel like I’m running in circles, too.
I don’t know how many times I’ve heard this – less is more. But, it seems like during those times all those piles upon piles of ambitions and dreams threaten to swallow me up I have to say this to myself. I have to say it, firmly. And the vortex that makes the room spin seems to slow down. And I can see what’s really essential in front of me, and truly attend to it. Even if for a moment, it helps.
Love this quote from another twin-mama on Facebook – she’s local, though we’ve never actually met.
“Radical Self Care is the New Art of Unfoldment.”
I’m not sure I really know what it means, but I can’t seem to get away from the word “unfoldment.” Something about the less-is-more seems connected to unfoldment, like allowing for space means inviting a power that blossoms and blooms.