I had forgotten. Her book makes me cry. When she writes about Van Gogh, I cry. When she writes about William Blake, I cry. Have you read this book? It will probably make you cry. But in the nicest possible way. In an attempt to rein in my muddled thoughts and frantic compulsions, I have made a new commitment to SIMPLIFY. Himself is spinning. He has never seen the house so stripped bare and...luminous. He has hidden some of his belongings. I just know it. 'I must have serenity,' I cried, as I zoomed past him with the Hoover this morning.'I cannot abide clutter!' I declared, as I swept up the knickknacks and bundled them off to a brighter, dust-free future.
I have worn a path to the Salvation Army bin.
Aside from that, I've had a lovely weekend. I hope you did too, dear reader, I really do.
Yours in perpetual
|a random cupcake. for you, dear reader. xx|