What's a mama to do when she finds herself in one of those rare moments of being alone at home with time on her hands?
Declutter, of course.
With the cold days of winter and the celebrations of the holidays on the way, I found myself with some time alone, time alone at home, just perfect to sort through, pack up, pack off, polish and prepare to make room for the days ahead. In gathering and dusting and sorting and polishing and remembering, there arises in me so much gratitude for the all the goodness our goods have brought to us and others and all the play along the way. Gratitude for quiet moments. Gratitude for memories. Gratitude for possibility.
Pop over here for The Basic Rules for Clotheslines as well as sweet musing on the social role of the clothesline. I have such fond memories of the clothesline. Did you grow up with a clothesline in the backyard?
As the days of November lose their golden glow and the last leaves dance from the trees, bare branches continue to reach up to the light, skeletal like. Perhaps it is the need for food, shelter and warmth, so necessary to survive the cold and snow that winter brings, that illuminates the abundance of the earth and goodness of its inhabitants, a need that draws people together to celebrate the harvest and give thanks for the abundance of life.
As this time of year is one of reflection on gratitude, I am challenging myself to post daily until the end of November something simple from daily life that arouses gratitude within me. Fifteen days of gratitude. I invite you to join me and leave a link with a note in the comments below.
“Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.” ~ Maya Angelou