We also rented a dumpster; the attic, garage and barn are quite empty, with the exception of things we really want to keep. I have two closets to go, and that will be it. The dumpster will be filled, so take it away. Then back to the article about writing in Florence. A friend has read the latest draft and commented on Google Doc. I have new momentum.
In spite of being busy, however, I’ve had times of silence and solitude, and, believe it or not, my life feels simple. It’s a state of being, not what is on the calendar. I feeling purposeful. My life has meaning, and that is essential for all of us no matter what our age or circumstance.