In cleaning out clutter, I’m with Einstein’s formula equating mass and energy. I’m noticing how light is both particle and wave. We create the cement.
In the living room of this house is a floor to ceiling wall of books and I have bookcases in two other rooms. A few years ago, I gave away around 1000 books and though I’ve also given away book shelves, there are still masses of books. Might I convert the space to energy?
I see the challenge of not perceiving each shelf as a block of books, an organization of beauty and completeness. It’s as though they’ve been crammed together for so long, they’ve grown together, bonded, and they don’t want to separate. I feel like I’m separating flower bulbs, offering them a new place to grow and spread, and I feel resistance.
Since it’s my perception, what am I resisting, and why? Perhaps I see it as another pulling me forward to death, a comment on my passage. I feel myself lifting my oars from the water, allowing an evolving transport from river to sea.
I come to these words from Eduardo Galeano, in Walking Words.
The Church says: The body is a sin.
Science says: The body is a machine.
Advertising says: The body is a business.
The body says: I am a fiesta.
With joy in transition, I celebrate the fiesta I am.