Cleaning, clearing...de cluttering..packing ..

I see hoards..of books, clothes, artefacts, music...

I hold on to these tangible objects, unable to discard..let go..

They are part of my memories. This stack of story books from my childhood.....

they define me from when I was a child.... my identity as a child.



I hold on to my letters. card, diaries.....I hold on to them..the moments....

they define me - a woman in love.



I hold on to my children's stuff, my memories.. theirs too... I hold on to them...

they define me - a mother


The clutter... they arouse an emotion.. feelings.


And I  sit back in my chair..flitting in and out of the phases of my life.