little bit of lagniappe

reflecting on everyday grace

Spring Cleaning…

While a part of me feels sheepish for rejoicing about spring when we have barely given thought to Old Man Winter this year, I’ll give thanks nonetheless and shout out loud:

I LOVE YOU, SPRING!

During this final weekend of Spring Break 2012, this “wild child” has relished the opportunity to clean, purge, get rid of, recycle, and throw away, and oh, what cathartic and jubilant peace it brings (MTV Spring Breakers, eat your heart out)!  In the midst of cleaning out my desk this morning, I stumbled across a card sent to me from Mama O (you know who you are!) this past April.  The front of it featured her usual inclusion of a photograph.  This time the photo was not a resurrected relic of the past, highlighting smiling, toothless faces snuggled among Navarre Beach dunes, but instead it captured a magnificent flower that hovered over these lasting words:

“Believe me, if we want art to begin at home, as it must,

we must clear our houses of troublesome superfluities

that are forever in our way,

conventional comforts that are no real comforts,

and do but make work for servants and doctors.

If you want a golden rule that will fit everybody, this is it:

HAVE NOTHING IN YOUR HOUSES THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW TO BE USEFUL,

OR BELIEVE TO BE BEAUTIFUL.”

-William Morris,

19 February 1880

 

I read William Morris’s words  and then read them again, and I know there’s more cleaning to be done.

However, for now, I’ll take a break and embrace the beautiful that beckons outside; it’s time for me to be cleaned.

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