I’m not sure if it is the spring cleaning bug that has hit, but these words keep circling around me today.

Remnants

Fragments

Scraps

Remains

Debris

Detritus

Everywhere I look I find myself wanting to gather up and dispose of any and all things that are left over from an earlier time and chapter. Not the treasures that will stay with me to the end, but those items that no longer serve the purpose they once did. Things that have been saved in case they might be needed someday, and the bits and pieces that have simply disappeared into the background, no longer visible because they are so familiar. Then there are those belongings that hold us hostage to the past. The trappings of a life that is no longer ours. Clearing things out not to make room for more stuff, but to create space for more life.

In hanging on to what was, our hands are not free to grab hold of what is, and to reach out for what could be.