KISS Me Quick…

Recently…I’ve been…cleaning out…the garage…the cabinets…the closet…whilst I was sorting…and deciding how to best store what remained…Bertha…strolled by long enough to remind me…of a principle that I read several years ago…in the book…Organizing From the Inside Out…by…Julie Morgenstern…

Essentially…it said…that it didn’t matter how fancy or expensive your organization system is…if it isn’t convenient…you won’t use it…

The wisdom of that statement…has proven itself to me time and time again…as I have moved at least three times since reading it…now…I try to look at each item…and consider its use…how often I use it…and how convenient it needs to be…obviously…the coffee maker…wouldn’t get returned to the garage on a daily basis…and…sits on the counter…the pancake griddle…on the other hand…can be stored in the cabinet…and brought out on special occasions…before relegating it to a new home…

I also set my office up at work…using the same principle…how convenient will it be to file a document…do I have to get up and walk across the room…or…can I just swivel in my chair…

I took the reminder…and continued sorting and storing…thinking…that was that…but…we’re talking…Bertha…so…of course…she said it reminded her of my life…

Huh…

First…she brought up…exercise…it doesn’t matter how expensive the gym membership…or…the sports equipment…if it’s not convenient…I’m not going to do it…

Hmmm…

Then…she continued with…diet…again…it doesn’t matter how incredible the plan is…if it isn’t convenient…I won’t stick with it…

Hmmm…

Lastly…she mentioned…spiritual practice…again…reminding me…that if I make it too complicated…have to be in a certain chair…at a certain moment…after fasting…or…whatever limitations I might put on it…I won’t do it…

Hmmm…

And…she’s right of course…I have found all of those things to be true as well…now…I wonder…how will I store this…wisdom…so that I can easily retrieve it…

Jane

Granny’s Buttercups…

Granny Turner loved buttercups…well…I assume she did…she had lots of them…for as long as I can remember…there were two rows going between the pecan tree and the outbuilding we called the garage…then…there were clumps and clusters scattered around the yard…like rays of sunshine popping through clouds…
There was a heavy frost last night…love the ice crystals…
Like most of the old-fashioned buttercups in the south…Granny’s usually bloomed around the end of January…when there had been just enough warm days to wake them up…sometimes to find themselves dusted with snow a few days later…
Granny passed away late one Saturday night at the end of January…I’m trying to figure out the year…I think it was 1992…the year really doesn’t matter…but it frustrates me that I could forget it…and…even the exact date…
What I do remember…is that her buttercups were blooming…
I remember calling the florist at home on Sunday morning…to make my special request…then going back to her house…in the rain…picking huge armfuls…to be used in her flower arrangements…
I like to think that she smiled…when she saw the arrangements…I know the family did…it was comforting and somehow fitting to celebrate her life with her own buttercups…
Some twenty years have passed…Granny’s house is gone…the property stands empty…long since sold…
Some years…it has been mowed…and the buttercups are easily visible…and pickable…I still have to have a bouquet
This isn’t one of those years…this year…the pecan tree has fallen…and the rest of the yard has followed it into disrepair…tall grass and broken limbs would make it difficult to even see the once stately rows of buttercups…much less…pick a few…
Buttercups…in all that brush!
But…these are Granny’s buttercups…they evidently have her determined spirit…AKA…stubborn…and can be seen peeking their stately yellow heads through the debris…for all the world to see…and as a sign for me…
Even when things look bleak…even when there seems to be no way…there will still be buttercups…and they will still find a way to bloom…
Jane