The collector

Of plastic bags
crystals and stones
books, plants, old receipts
and used mobile phones

Of countless shoes
scarfs and just as many coats,
bracelets, necklaces
and grandma’s vintage clothes

Of drawings, sweet letters,
toys and wooden cats
emotions, clumsiness,
bags and quirky hats

Of unwanted gifts,
photo’s, birthday cards,
baskets, boxes
and weathered pots in the backyard

Of odd socks,
pens and empty jars,
random thoughts
and unfinished memoirs

Of uneasy memories
under duress,
poetry, ideas, forgotten notes
and nothing less.

As a collector, in the physical and mental sense, how does one become a minimalist? I seem to have a longing lately, to carry less.

Collecting so much, one must confess, sometimes there is a wish, not for more, but for much less. For less creates more space. More room for ourselves to appear and show up fully, as we are.

As we awaken more to self and bring shadows to the light, the need to park, discard, put away more luggage arises…

Perhaps the burden we carried was too heavy and we didn’t even know, until we stopped, paused and suddenly noticed the invisible collections of pain, fear, sadness, grief, struggles, memories, patterns……and pain and courage collided, doubt and trust, fear and love.

Time for the collector to clean ‘house’ 🙂