I used to make lists of the things I’d keep, long before I started getting rid of things.
In an effort to learn what mattered to me I’d stare out the window, look at nothing in my spaces, and think – what’s here – and what would come with me if I could grab 100 things?
I’d look around my room, my office, the living room and kitchen, but only in my mind’s eye.
What do I see – what’s in that room that is important enough that it makes up a feature of my memory of that room?
Now I live at My Love’s house.
And a couple years ago I got rid of most of my stuff. (I did not consult the lists as I went through things.)
I suspect I kept most of the things that ever got on a list.
And now that stuff is here, integrated with his treasures and tchotchkes, and some little of it is in boxes in storage. The stuff that’s here is important when I notice it – my stuff anyway. I can’t speak to the importance of his Turkish Tea Set. But I cannot easily look through the rooms in my mind’s eye.
My crystal ball is on a small shelf next to a nondescript window in the bedroom, while it sat most of its life on the center of my headboard(s). Last week as Voodoo sat on the window perch Scott said “She looks like she’s looking into the crystal ball.” And I hadn’t SEEN the crystal ball in months. Never notice it. Would it have made a mind’s-eye list of stuff in the bedroom if I made that list today?
So is it still important?