In search of beauty

      The other day, in Anderson, I walked into my office off the cabinet display room and had an epiphany. All around me were boxes of stuff. In the corner of the office is a little, metal desk with a black, granite top, covered with bowls of small stuff, jars of small stuff, and a stack of papers. On my work bench are more jars of stuff with several canisters of pens, pencils and paint brushes. Sure, one would expect to see things like that in an artist's work space. Yet how much is too much? The work table is 6 foot long and 2 foot wide. The size of my work area on this table about 1 foot by 18 inches.The main office desk is covered with lots of stuff as well, mostly cords, credit card machine, printer, and of course a nut shaped canister with a squirrel on the top...doesn't everyone have one? So as I am looking at this stuff, it came to me that all this stuff is calling my name:
"Over here, I need dusted!"
"When are you going to get us out of this box and hang us up?"
"Are you ever going to list me on Ebay so that I can be put to use?"
"The trash pickup is Wednesday, make sure I'm in it!"
"What were you thinking at that yard sale?"
     It occurred to me that I am carrying around so much anxiety and guilt about all this stuff that it is now infringing on my joy. I crave beauty. There is a post card in my office .....over on the metal desk with the granite top... that paints a picture of my real quest. It shows a room full of golden light and just a small amount of furniture. Every time I see that post card I want to step into that picture and just sit in the light. I bet the room smells of furniture polish and fresh flowers. The view out the window is probably of a river or a garden.
    And in my enlightenment I decided that I will take action. And over the next few weeks or months, I want to make this blog about letting go in search of beauty.