Spring Waning Seed Moon
A garage cleaning morning. Bringing a bit of order and cleanliness to a space we had neglected for a few years. Felt good. The opening of space and organizing clutter appeals to me as long I do it in discrete chunks over time. In other words, I don’t feel the call to do this kind of thing often. If you visited my study and computer room, you would know this immediately. It’s not so much that they’re cluttered in a messy way, but they do have piles of related papers, books and magazines positioned in strategic locations, dependent on some inner navigator that tracks my future needs and tries to place resources, like nuts in the ground, where they will help the next project at the right moment.
Like many a squirrel, I have nuts buried all over these two rooms that I have forgotten. Every once in a while I discover a particular cache, like the one filled with essays and books related to water, a topic I want to know more about and have the tools to do just that. Now that I know where I put them.
Where is that collection on humanism during the Renaissance? I know it’s here somewhere.
Excuse me now, I have to go hunting.
