Last September I responded to the question, “Does Blush have a sequel?”
with this blog post, selecting “the box in the basement”
as my next project.
That phrase was a metaphor, of course. I planned to comb through
memorabilia, waiting to hear the gentle siren of the muse.
I underestimated the task.
Instead of one purple box, I am looking at this scene:
The basement has exploded in boxes also.
Do these pictures fill you with revulsion or
make you rub your hands in glee?
When my daughter helped me sort through mountains of boxes getting damp in the cellar under our garage,
we remembered together, laughed, and let go.
She got to choose as an adult what matters to her.
We recycled the rest.
Other times, working alone with moldy old slides and floppy discs, the detritus of at least four generations, however, I have sometimes lost heart.
I hear no muses sweetly calling me to write.
I do remember, however, these words pressed into memory.
“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt.” Matthew 6:19
Down in that cellar, I feel and taste the corruption of time, sometimes literally!
Next week, I’ll share how I decided to change metaphors, searching for a way out of the underworld.
Have you saved a little or a lot of memorabilia? Where are you in the process of organizing and distributing those items? What tips can you offer for those who find the task sometimes overwhelming?