Calm as a noun

This is a picture I took down the shore this summer. It completely represents how I'd like my mind to be - balanced, expansive, calm and yet always in motion.

I'm realizing that takes time to accomplish. I no longer have the 'empty headache' that I had for two days. I seem to be getting better at just letting the space in my thoughts fill itself with thoughts rather than with endless, useless conversations.

I'm trying to think without words.

I cleaned out a couple of drawers yesterday and threw away things I haven't looked at or needed in a decade. It felt good. I've got a long way to go and the whole house will never be a Zen paradise but at least my areas my be neater and less cluttered.

It's going to be a lot of work, and it could mean actually letting go of all the things I love to hang on to - the flotsam and jetsam I collect in anticipation of those 'projects' that come along every once in a while that require that inch of ribbon, that one sequin... I'm like a bird or a squirrel collecting little shiny things for that one moment I may need them. Gotta stop that. Make room for thought and breathing and freedom of expression.

I'm actively trying to create Calm.

It's not easy at all. But I think it's worth doing. Off to be editorial.