Showing posts with label Change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Change. Show all posts

Saturday, 13 June 2015

THE LIFE CHANGING MAGIC OF TIDYING UP

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I have just finished reading Marie Kondo's bestselling The Life Changing Magic of Tidying. It is a book with a buzz. The in thing (in the world of tidying). The sort of book you strongly believe arrived just when you needed it. Just as you were knocking objects off table edges, tiny flower pots for example... My eyes have been deviously difficult this year and so I fall into this category of believing the Kon Mari method has arrived in the nick of time.
The essence of the book is this: pick up an object. Ask the question - 'does this spark joy?' If the answer is yes, keep it. If the answer is no, or non-commital, sayonara it. And then tear your hair out when you discover just how complicated your non-committal responses can be. Add into this equation being a writer, loving books, and sometimes not necessarily loving a book, but needing it. At some future date. When your future self will remember you once had that book and you GAVE IT AWAY.
And then there's all the ghastly paperwork that must be dealt with… do you have a paperwork situation? 

I think I have learnt a certain measure of detachment from Marie Kondo, which is another essential teaching of her book. It is a humiliation to be the possessor of more things than you need when garbage dumps and slum heaps are growing. And upon their festering mounds, children, making a scavenger's living. Kondo never says this explicitly, but it is part of the secret of joy. Things can bring us temporary joy, perhaps even save our lives - and therefore things must also be tended to, thanked, seen and given due credit. When objects, even books, pile up (tsundoku) we commit the crime of ignoring them, even destroying them. Japanese homes are built differently to English homes: space and functionality are entwined in a much more visceral way. Storage is of utmost importance. And yet, Marie Kondo's book has become an international bestseller. I hope I am able to implement these tidying skills into my life - but as for my books? That's a tough racquet. Also toys and little this-and-thats for my foursome RafiBellaEvaEllie… I like being the aunty who has things, so many things to play with. But if I didn't have things, so many things, there would still be the roses…


Friday, 20 November 2009

Moon River..

Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style someday
Oh dream maker,
you heart breaker,
Wherever you're going
I'm going your way...'


Change comes. Long years pass, and seasons fade, and you wonder when, and then it comes. I followed the crescent moon home tonight after my first teaching session in four years. The moon was smiling for miles and miles, almost as dreamily as I..
My feet seem to have found a rhythm of their own since my last encounter with hospital. Hos-pit-al. The word feels alien to me, like it belongs to another time, an old skin I am waltzing cleanly out of.
In that age past, I was once the traumatised patient of Dr Ly, a skilled Vietnamese acupuncturist, who with the patience of a Bodhi Sattva, helped bring me to this moment, when I can offer my own help in teaching English to Dr Ly's grand-niece Trang. Trang will be a skilled physician in her own time. I know this. And perhaps she will remember the day, when she and I wrote a poem together. A poem that began, 'My mother, my mirror'...
Change comes. And I will be ready for her!

(Lyrics and image from Breakfast at Tiffany's)