Thursday, January 17, 2008

May you love only what can serve you simply.

It has come to my attention that I can further my "organized" education by learning more about space planning for garages. Now the topic excites me but the study... not so much. I haven't mastered my own desk enough to feel ike I have time to learn the fine art of sorting thru the outer limits. Mind you, if we pre-sorted and streamlined alot tof things "pre-garage" they would never end up there in the first place.

That is my mind set now. We havent had a garage for a couple years now so alot of "Garage type thingys" ended up in the basement.

Right now I am looking at 3 separate sewing containers near my desk. Why you ask?
Uh, I'm asking myself why!!! At one point I had a bigger home where I kept a small sewing container in the bedrooms- sort of a point of use dealio. But many bedrooms no longer exist so its time to consolidate. I have weakness for nice containers so that makes it harder.

But I am undaunted in the consolidation desire. My love of neat containers is now sort of a bain
now that I have less space.

The good news is that someone will find my old containers of much use in their own home
after I give them away. So to whoever gets my shaker basket "God Bless You".
May you love only what can serve you simply.

'Tis the gift to be simple- Good enough for shakers, good enough for me

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn 'twill be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.

'Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,
'Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,
And when we expect of others what we try to live each day,
Then we'll all live together and we'll all learn to say,

When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn 'twill be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.

'Tis the gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of "me",
And when we hear what others really think and really feel,
Then we'll all live together with a love that is real.

shaker song - simple gifts - joseph brackett - 1848