After yesterday’s post about art being the opposite of the broken lamp, I took a deep breath, and I went to the storage space where my childhood possessions are kept in Illinois. I experienced the proverbial broken lamp first hand today.
After assessing and separating my possessions from ages 0-22 into categories, furniture, books, clothes, papers, art, misc, I began the choice making.
First, I shared most of my teenage clothes with a local charity. Then, after dinner with my father, I gathered and packed the first load of possessions to evaluate.
I am reserving a few days to process art, letters, writings.