holding onto the shape of things
Because it always seems like a good idea at the time, keeping things the way they are, holding tight, refusing to let go.
Until the day comes when that release is automatic, you do it without even thinking, you turn around while making the bed and see something that’s been sitting on a shelf for years and years. See it. In a whole new way.
And you realize it doesn’t belong there any longer, it needs a new place, it’s time for a change.
Maybe it’s just that it’s January, a new year, a cold winter. Maybe it’s just that I was sick forever and I’m ready to get on with it, ready to clean out the cobwebs. Ready to get rid of anything that isn’t, as they say, beautiful or useful. Ready for change.
“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
~ Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
I feel that shift, from questions to answers. Although, of course, I will always choose to sit with the questions. Those answers tend to be loud and boisterous and bossy, and quite frankly, in my opinion, questions have far more to offer.
But every so often, you have to give an answer a chance. Because it might just surprise you. You might even become great friends.
I’ve been questioning, for some time, the role of this space, here, and while I don’t yet have the perfect answer, I feel the need for a change. A spring cleaning, if you will. Dusting under things and rearranging, repurposing and discarding.
A new shape. A new direction.
Let me know if you have any thoughts on what you’d like to see.
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