My first name is in honor of my father’s mother. His parents were from Sweden and I remember them well.
I have old books from my mother’s home. More than I can read, and I hope to donate some to a thrift store for others to read, or perhaps use in collage projects.
Not now, in winter. Maybe they will be an Easter gift. They are not “clutter” but perhaps good to share.
In terms of reducing clutter, I have found it helpful to work a little at a time. This morning, after work in the kitchen, I thought:
for a few moments
everything in place
Years ago, and for several years, I drove from our small town to the Milwaukee area (Wisconsin USA) to help with my mother’s care.
groceries for Mom
always on the list
has passed since
my mother’s passing
I sit and quietly read
a book she would like too
answers to prayers
I did not know to pray . . .
verses of Psalms
Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.
Psalm 25: 1 (KJV)