The afternoon was wide open at the counseling office. The beginning of the year can be a bit slow, and it's a time to catch my breath. Reshelve books, shred files, reorganize space.
I dive right in. I'm all about getting rid of stuff that I'm not using any more. Books and notebooks and reams of papers that have steadily multiplied. Accumulations of clippings and tear-outs and brochures that have laid dormant for a decade.
I dive right in because I like a space that's warm and welcoming and serene for my clients and for me. I don't want alot of clutter to distract eyes or hearts. I want this to be a peaceful sanctuary, a haven of safety that lends itself to sacred hours together.
So I say 'yes' to a beautiful quilt hung on the wall, well-organized shelves of books at the ready, cozy throws over chairs that gently rock. I say 'yes' to the vintage bowls lined up along the top of those shelves, meaningful pictures on the walls, a vanilla candle on the table, gentle music in the background.
On this winter afternoon, I dive right on in and begin to remove all the other detritus that might be distracting to me, to them. I roll up my sleeves and begin the task.