goatpebble, have you seen the film 'Into the Wild', it is a story of a guy who gives all his savings to charity, burns his cash and ID and sets off into the wild, living off the land with just his back pack. I haven't yet managed to get to the end of the film due to a lack of time but I loved the idea. I look at all of my possessions, far too many I hasten to add, I wonder which add value (not in monetary terms) but in providing happiness and contentment. I can dip in and out of the books at my leisure which is wonderful.
I think part of the reason I ended up with so much clutter is that as a child everything had to be put away and always tidy, as a consequence nothing ever really got used, sad but true.
As I sit in the playroom and look around me I am confronted with things in every direction, JC's standing frame, my turbo trainer, weights, balls, mats, table covered in Warhammer and paints, an airer with clothes in the midst of drying. Books on the shelves adorn the wall near to the kitchen, piles of paper, pencils, my new GPS, still unused as I haven't had the time to tinker with it yet. All too much and far too busy.
My favourite room in the house is the downstairs loo, simple and free of clutter, it is a space for reflection and calmness.
