I have been lazily listening to my daughter sing all day. She sang while on the "throne," as I lollygagged in bed. Anytime she went from here to there, a song accompanied her. She made up a clever rhyming song to get me out of bed. I was too sleepy to remember it now. She sings to the dogs. She comes with a soundtrack, and I love it.
This afternoon she shared her songs with more people than lucky me. Her choir went to the VA hospital to sing for the vets. She has been practicing "Grand Old Flag" for the last three days. Okay, okay, I've been singing that one with her.
What does this have to do with the decluttering theme? Music is abundant and moving. I am surrounded by song, but not always so keenly aware of it. My awareness of this gift my daughter is offering to those who have served our country is sharpening my sense of gratitude and purposeful action in my own life. Perhaps it is cliché, but I am trying not to take things for granted. Especially when an acquaintance in a chat room pointed out how much the veterans would truly appreciate my daughter's choir's visit.
Abundance: Why do I keep so much clutter in my life? I am surrounded by stuff, stuff I don't need. What would it be like to be surrounded by song and little else? If I cleared space for it, would the song fill the space? Would I be filled with music and feel less like I need all this stuff?
Movement: We say that certain songs are moving, or stirring. The word "emotion" contains motion. I have known for many years that cranking some tunes can help me get some cleaning done (you know, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, and all that). How do I forget? How do I go so long without choosing some uplifting music? Without singing my own song? Playing the movie of my life without a soundtrack? Could it be that the clutter, which I cling to with a scarcity mentality, actually sucks the song out of the atmosphere? The tones are trapped under piles. The music can't move amongst the matter.
Today, I have started to move with the appreciation of her song. I have thrown a few things away, repurposed others, felt myself move forward. I am a little overwhelmed by everything I'm trying to get done today, but just getting rid of a few things has made me feel accomplished and cheerful. And I have songs going through my head.
My messy house is a prison of my own making. I am so lucky to live in a country that values and protects freedom, yet I frequently let my things and my subconscious make decisions for me. Maybe some other time I can come up with a better way to honor the troops and my country, but just for today, singing my own little battle hymn to move my decluttering troops in the freedom of my own home, I am grateful, and hopeful, and marching on.