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05 November 2007


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I don't envy your task but what a lovely time to spend with your daughter, sharing your stories. We don't get enough of those precious opportunities in our hectic world.

A very good state of affairs indeed!! And why DO we keep the things we keep??

Absolutely agree about precious moments, M.

And as to why we keep the things that we do, J, I don't know the answer to that - yet. One day maybe . . . One thing I do know: stuff expands to fill a vaccuum. So the minute a space is clear, ping! There is a pile of something where before there was nothing, as every dedicated meditator knows.

My dream is to live a clutter-free life in a minimalist environment but it's never going to happen. I try and try to get rid of layer upon layer of (it has to be said)mostly useless stuff. Usually I get sidetracked early on in the de-cluttering process, particularly by photographs and, yes, books. Oh, and jewellery. And cards people have sent me over the years. And bits and pieces my children had when they were little. I could go on. But seeing all those empty boxes in your post has given me a prod!

If we could choose to be reincarnated, I'd be a nurse next time around. I shared a flat with one and she was so tidy she would wash my teacup before I had finished! Being a teacher, I kept everything because it might be useful some day. I think we drove each other wild.

oh, you raised so many questions here, Diane, that you forced me to do a whole 'why do we keep books?' splurge on my own blog in (sort of) reply.

It seems that crawling through piles of books is afflicting all and sundry this week, Juliet. I just read today's entry for Baroque in Hackney (another blog-I-like) and just look what she's been up to . . .

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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