Yesterday a friend handed me this poem she found in a collection of Mary Oliver’s poems. It so perfectly sums up why we need to declutter.
When I moved from one house to another
there were many things I had no room
for. What does one do? I rented a storage
space. And filled it. Years passed.
Occasionally I went there and looked in,
but nothing happened, not a single
twinge of the heart.
As I grew older the things I cared
about grew fewer, but were more
important. So one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man. He took
I felt like the little donkey when
his burden is finally lifted. Things!
Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful
fire! More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing — the reason they can fly.
Maybe you don’t need to make an actual fire, but are you ready to get rid of the burden of years of stuff you no longer need?