Puttering

Today is one of those days — tying up loose ends, sorting through old papers, getting rid of excess baggage. It wasn’t planned at all, but this is the kind of day I love — when it just happens, spontaneously unfolds of its own accord.

There was one more shopping bag full of desk supplies and sundry items that I’d stowed away in a cabinet when I moved here. I took care of a bunch of long due correspondence today, and there was an address I needed. I was pretty sure it was in that bag, so I dragged it out and took a look. Sure enough, it was there. And a collection of other stuff as well.

Some days the energy is there. It is easy to get rid of junk. There is almost a lightness about it. That’s why I can’t plan to do it — it just happens. Although I suppose it’s no coincidence. Yesterday was a trying day, and I feel the weight of unresolved issues burdening me. Clearing out stuff on the material plane is a relief, and helps me figure things out on the mental/emotional level. I’ve got a lot on my mind at the moment.