Shelves

Settling into a space, and getting stuff out of drawers and so that I can sit amongst it...

April is usually the month in which the weather feels bright enough for me to tackle my “shed” - a little summer house at the back of the garden. Since forever, this small space has been used to store materials, with a table crammed in the middle which once upon a time I used for workshops with a small group of Rowan’s friends. For the last few years, every spring I’ve tidied, superficially, and made space amongst the clutter for me to potter. In April this year, I opened the door of the shed with the aim of sorting through and chucking out the detritus that had got dumped there over the winter, to find myself a bit of space and order.

But once I started sorting, I became impatient with myself for making the same decisions year after year, about what to keep and what to let go. It suddenly hit me that I needed to let go of a whole lot more, if I was to create space for myself to really move forward. Not just physically, but psychologically.