second cup of coffee

Taking a few moments for myself before launching into the day's tasks. Yesterday I cleaned and decluttered all the way to the back of my closet, and the hall closet. The teenager started on his room, so that while it's still a disaster, at least the floor has some space to walk on without stepping on clothing or God knows what. Hilariously - he found my testamur certificate in that room - no idea how it got there. (Like a graduation certificate - it's the piece of paper that says, yes I really am a minister). It's a little bit crinkled, but rescued. He almost threw out the envelope without looking - thank goodness he didn't.

Other found treasures? Some loonies and toonies on the floor of my closet. The poem I posted yesterday, scrawled on a piece of paper in the sunroom.

Mostly, though - I find space. I find things that I can let go of, stuff that should have been thrown away, given away, released some years ago. I find my courage to let go, to open my hands. I find my faith that if I throw away the threadbare towels, and I find I need new towels, I will have the resources to acquire new ones. I find that time has passed - that my bookshelves are still packed with kids books that my kids have outgrown. I find acceptance of who I am now - and keep the yoga mat, knitting needles and aquariums; start looking for new homes for the piano and sailboat.