Here is a picture of the studio right now...the definition of "clutter". I haven't gone in there in five days because just the thoughts of it eeks me out. It's like a big messy monster waiting for me. My neat-freak, borderline OCD germaphobe husband has to walk through it every night when he comes home from work and bless his heart I think he's using every ounce of self-restraint not to wring my neck.
Aparigraha is really about letting go. It’s about living the moment.
Remembering there are far, far greater things ahead than anything we leave behind.
All right. I'm off to clean-wish me luck.