What's on my mind this morning is what you might call the nitty-gritty of silence, solitude, and simplicity. It's about the clutter on my desk in the Angel Room, the very place where I escape from the chatter, family members, and complexity that I wholeheartedly love in my life right now.
These piles of papers and books doesn't look like clutter but it sure feels like it, and that is my point. The visual clutter mysteriously clutters my ability to get anything done.
But voila! The 20 minutes I just spent decluttering, has mysteriously freed me to get something done, in this case to write this blog.
These piles of papers and books doesn't look like clutter but it sure feels like it, and that is my point. The visual clutter mysteriously clutters my ability to get anything done.
But voila! The 20 minutes I just spent decluttering, has mysteriously freed me to get something done, in this case to write this blog.