Clutter Capades

~My desk, in all its glory

~My desk, in all its glory

A Description of How I Removed Clutter from My Life

The sky darkens as I pour a glass of merlot and get to work.

OK, hot shot, let’s start with the desk, I mumble under my breath. Letters, koans, stickers, checkbooks, a pen cup, ruler, sunglasses, a spent movie ticket, a flash drive from a former employer, glasses, business cards, scissors, and my old ’95 scientific calculator litter the scene. I can’t realistically get rid my glasses or checkbooks, but I could clear out the letters and recycle the spent movie ticket. Great, there’s a start!

I better freshen up my glass of vino before I get going.
OK, better.

No, I’m not in the mood to go through the letters, and the movie ticket brings back good memories. Better keep it.

Well, maybe it would suit my mood to start clearing the clutter from my kitchen. The kitchen area comprises a small space, so every little clear space counts. I can work on uncluttering my desk later.

A glass vase sits empty, the iron I left out has cooled, a bruised apple needs to be tossed, and dishes need to be put away having been washed this morning. But, throwing away the apple would be a shame, there’s still a healthy section. I could cut out the bruise and eat the remainder, not be so wasteful. Better keep it. At least I can put away the dishes. Well, no, I can probably use them in a few minutes when I make dinner. No need to bother with those right now.

Hmmm, maybe a little more merlot will do the trick as I migrate to the living room.

The bed is made (good for me),  a stack of thirteen books with dog-eared pages await my eyes, a sweatshirt lies in the corner of the room and the most recent issue of The New Yorker begs to be read. There’s no need to move the books, I haven’t finished them, after all. Lately, the fall air necessitates extra layers, so I’ll need the sweatshirt in close proximity later on. I’m sure I’ll get to the The New Yorker tonight. Better leave it there.

Oh, and back to that glass of wine.

And that, my friends, is how to clear clutter from your life.
Not.

(I’m joking in this post, but I did progress through a version of this story last week [and a little less wine - ha]. While I’m basically happy with the ‘amount’ of possessions I own, I still find difficulty getting rid of things no matter the method—donation, recycle bin, or dumpster. Certain things can’t be pried out of my fingers. Please give me advice—what mental acrobatics do you perform to get rid of clutter?)

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Unleash Creativity

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I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well. ~Diane Ackerman

Each of us harbors innate creativity—we were born that way. Drawing, singing, dancing, painting, and telling stories are a part of us. Whether we enjoy them or not, or consider ourselves “good” at them, we are hard-wired to create. Do you remember if anyone was required to teach you how to finger paint or to teach you to tell a spooky story around the campfire? I mean, geez!

Granted, taking classes to learn painting techniques, music theory, or tap dance is all well and good. But, have you ever tried being creative or attempting something you’ve always wanted to try, without a lot of planning or classes? Just for the hell of it? You might surprise yourself.

My mate, Scott, and I have a tradition of making cards for each other for our birthdays and holidays. We both love to create and one of the ways we manifest the creative muse is to hand craft personal sentiments. For my recent birthday, Scott painted a landscape card using a mini set of watercolors (top image).

Neither of us have had formal training. We just create for the fun of it. And yeah, many of you out there may think the examples of art I post here today are, frankly, only worthy for my refrigerator door. But, I would like to put forward that it is the process of creating that counts. I love that we do this for each other. And, frankly, it is fun!

I see unleashing creativity as a spiritual practice. When I let my mind wander through a musical piece at the piano, or when I tell a funny story to a friend, I am closer to heaven. Here’s the thing: creativity is hardwired in us. Creativity rests at our core! If you think you might want to draw, draw! What are you waiting for?

Recently I became interested in drawing with pen and ink. I have no idea what I’m doing, so I simply started letting it flow. You may have gathered from my recent hiking post that I love trees, lichens(!), and nature. I love the process of putting pen to page as a writer, too. So, what could be better than drawing trees? Here are a couple examples of my pen and ink tree experiment. I had a ball! It was fun!

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For me, drawing has become a meditative experience. I’m using a different part of my brain, stimulating other areas of my cortex that need some exercise, too.

I hope that you’ll consider doing something creative today that you don’t normally do. If you’re a writer, paint! If you’re a scientist, draw! If you’re an engineer, dance!

Celebrate the gifts that arrive hardwired at birth. You may open up a part of you that you never knew existed.

“But if you have nothing at all to create, then perhaps you create yourself.” Carl Jung

I would love it if you drew or painted something for me, or if you sang for me and sent me a recording, or if you recorded your awesome dance moves and sent me a video. Live life well! Unleash your creativity!

I walked an uncomfortable edge today by showing you my art—it’s your turn!

Create a great day, everyone.

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Liking the Lichens

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I took myself out on a date recently, just me, myself, and I.

I try to do this about once a week, as some of you may know from my guest post at Quest for Balance, to fill my cup.

I grabbed my camera for this date, which I don’t do as much as I’d like. I headed off to a beautiful, pristine area of South San Francisco preserved by the Midpeninsula Regional Open Space District in 1972. This is a hikers’ paradise (see photo at top)! The area I visited is situated in the high wooded peaks, inland from Half Moon Bay.

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A view of Half Moon Bay from my  perspective (left).

Hiking in the woods (right).

I hiked until I was spent, stopping often to snap photos. I was alone in the wild, alone with my thoughts and my camera. Even though I was in an expansive forest, surrounded by scenes from the hilltops, grandfather-esque trees, and panoramic ocean views, I was continually drawn to the smallest of structures. I flipped my camera to its macro function so I could take close-up shots of these little pieces of heaven—small miracles.

An interesting thing happened later that night when I was ooohing and aaahing with my husband, Scott, over the paradise I had discovered. I started showing him the photos.

As I was flipping through the images downloaded to my Mac, Scott—a plant molecular biologist who specializes in algae—pointed out the obvious: over 75% of the photos I had taken were macro shots of lichens!

He was finally redeemed after I ribbed him for discovering his strange fascination with dinosaurs.

I love lichens! I admit it!

He promptly gave me gave me a refresher course in lichens. Lichens are composite symbions, which can be comprised of up to three kingdoms of organisms living together, most often algae with fungus. In a natural environment, lichens can not grow or reproduce with out the nutrient-providing partner of a photosynthetic organism, such as green algae. I find that beautiful. They can’t live without each other; awwww, just like my sweet plant molecular biologist husband and me (though, I can’t say who’s the fungus and who’s the algae—it’s a toss up).

I like how lichenologist Trevor Goward put it, “Lichens are fungi that have discovered agriculture.”

Recently I read about the adventure of Northern California tree botanists, who set out to discover and learn from the world’sWildTrees largest trees, called The Wild Trees, by Richard Preston. I loved this book. It took me on a true adventure! I also appreciate that the author and biologists maintained secrecy about where the tallest, most pristine trees reside in an effort to help preserve them.

However, the surprise inside was the interesting in-depth discussion about, you guessed it, lichens! Preston says, “A piece of Lobaria [a lichen] the size of a child’s hand might take ten years to grow to that size. Lobaria is a comparatively fast grower. Some lichens can take twenty years to become the size of a dime.”

I swear I will continue to do my best to preserve these little feats of nature. Just as I’ve become accustomed to sparing the lives of our little insect friends, so, too, I promise to spare the lives our lichen buddies.

Long live lichens!

Check out these photos; aren’t they beautiful organisms?

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Create a great day and thanks for stopping by!


[Photo at top of post by William K. Matthias, all others by yours truly.]

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