it’s happening


my beloved bulletin board before its attempted desecration. i knew it would be a difficult task to remove the objects from this board but when i began the actual removal process, the ‘objects’ became birthday cards, notes from friends, special name cards and things that only belonged on the board. they didn’t belong in a box or a drawer. they had to be on the board. in an attempt to de-clutter, i was slowly and systematically destroying an object of comfort and security

circular objects: a brooch i bought from paris eons ago, two blank cds a leaf i picked up outside the palms hotel and a lebanon bracelet from international day at a.s.k.

a note that i hadn’t really looked at for a while until then. it made me cry. as did the many layers of birthday drawings to me by my children

almost halfway empty. this was breaking my heart. so i stopped and called my sister. i told her this wasn’t working. so i decided to change the curtains instead
I’ve been taking a few too many trips down memory lane as I’ve been packing up my home. It’s been bittersweet … and heartbreaking at times.
Isn’t it? It really got to my gut like I didn’t expect.