Chaos, in a good way

August 16th, 2009

We’re in the house. We’re unpacking boxes. (Opening scores of boxes with a Swiss Army knife while on blood-thinners does give one pause…) We’re having a heat wave. My studio on the ground floor is the coolest room in the house. I am almost all set up in here. I love the walls and the sage growing outside my window and the organization forced on my desk by the act of packing and unpacking. (I am determined to keep it this way.) I haven’t actually written in my writing studio, because there are other room to organize and other boxes to unpack. Boxes and boxes to unpack. We have too many things, R and I, and the act of moving made me realize that the boys have more than enough toys. We have, all four of us, more than enough. It is my project for the rest of the year: to pare down, to simplify. And, once the last moving carton has been flattened, to write within these four walls.