Clutter is a killer. I once read a small book on this topic, and a phrase from it stuck with me, like many phrases in your piece here: "When you allow clutter to take over, you find yourself dusting that clutter while other people are at the beach."
This got me to thinking about the things that weighed me down on my journey even though they brought me contentment. It is good to be far enough along on my path now to have the perspective to know how to lighten the load and still smile.
I'm fascinated by crows. For a while, I tried to cultivate a relationship with the ones that live in the cemetery near our house. I brought them chips and raw peanuts and tried to caw to them. I think the feather might have been in response. Some of the most fascinating crow research has been in good ol' Ithaca.
Clutter is a killer. I once read a small book on this topic, and a phrase from it stuck with me, like many phrases in your piece here: "When you allow clutter to take over, you find yourself dusting that clutter while other people are at the beach."
Beach is better.
This got me to thinking about the things that weighed me down on my journey even though they brought me contentment. It is good to be far enough along on my path now to have the perspective to know how to lighten the load and still smile.
The image of the crow plucking a feather from its breast! Wow!
I'm fascinated by crows. For a while, I tried to cultivate a relationship with the ones that live in the cemetery near our house. I brought them chips and raw peanuts and tried to caw to them. I think the feather might have been in response. Some of the most fascinating crow research has been in good ol' Ithaca.