I’ve now cleaned everything out of one room except the moveable bookshelves.  The closet is empty and now when I speak, the room echoes.  Nothing catches or holds the vibrations of my words.  

I take that inside.  What if I’m not holding onto memories, especially judgments and/or grudges?  I feel I need some anchoring within, some awareness of my travels, connections, and pilgrimages,  so I can respond with the wisdom of lessons learned through experience, and yet when is it too much?  When is there a need to open and cleanse?  

How much do I need to hold onto to feel connected and safe?  

Might I choose to be like a bird with the warmth of a nest and the ability to fly through a sky bracketed with branches like shelves?  What wisdom does the bird harvest from grasses and leaves?