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The Art of Clutter

It’s been a hectic time in our family, and a bout of decluttering hasn’t helped. So, early this morning, husband, older daughter, son-in-law and I mused about Marie Kondo and the current decluttering fad she’s part of. 

We concluded that there’s another way to see this, so we created a system. Useful? I’m not sure. But it should make you smile, perhaps in recognition. We call it:


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1) Acquire a space. Any space will do.

2) Location, location, location. The space must be located where you will visit it often.

3) Don’t block your path to success — er, excess. Easy access is essential to collecting stuff that nobody needs. Remember, your plan is to fill the space with stuff. And remember also that you’re playing a long game — over-accumulation takes time. 

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4) Identify things you like. It could be everything. But be sure to identify them. You don’t want to forget and miss an opportunity to acquire more stuff that you don’t need.

5) Identify sources of stuff. The Shopping Network, eBay, Etsy, Kijiji, Costco, Homesense, Dollarama, garage sales, antiques shops and auctions are great sources of stuff.  So are friends, by the way. When they declutter their homes, it’s an opportunity to further clutter yours. Cultivate and nurture these relationships.

6) Start collecting stuff NOW. It’s important to take that first step. As we’re heading into Christmas, surely you need some more Christmas plates to add to the several sets you already have. 


7) Think bigger. You may think because the horizontal spaces — shelves, floors, and surfaces of furniture — are full, that you’ve run out of space. Do not be fooled! Think vertical. Pile things on top of things, boxes on top of boxes. Look for bare spots too. A bare spot is an exciting new opportunity. 

8) Do not give away your stuff. Treasure your treasures. You never know when you — or your children or grandchildren or great-grands, or friends — will need them.

9) Defend your stash. Fend off all comers and detractors. People who want your stuff or criticize your accumulative instincts are the enemy. And remember #4: you are collecting what you like. It’s your shield and your sword.

10) Recognize that this is an important part of your legacy, and the bigger the legacy to your loved ones, the better.  So, when the current space is verifiably, absolutely, full and cannot take another sliver of anything, be sure to acquire more space and fill it with stuff. It’s your gift to your heirs and to the world.

Of course, if I followed all that advice above, my own family would kill me! Happy Sunday, everyone. Hope we made you smile.

A Good Home, First snowfall

An Early Winter

Nobody I know was ready for this year’s first snowfall.

Yes, we are Canadians, but recent years have spoiled us: we got used to first snowfall in December — even late December. 

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So we were cruising along, still high on the beautiful late autumn weather when – wham! Last Monday, we got several inches of the white stuff.

Pretty, unless you have to drive in it.  And therein lay the rub: most drivers I know had not replaced summer tires with winter ones. I plead guilty.

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These are wintry garden scenes from much of last week. 

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It’s not that I hate winter. I know we need it. It’s just that I don’t like driving or walking on snow and ice. 

And that sounds unCanadian, I know.


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#ShareAReviewDay Tuesday – Twigs in my Hair by Cynthia Reyes

Thank you for sharing this truly lovely review by Hermit’s Door, Marcia!

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This afternoon, I’d like to welcome Cynthia Reyes to The Write Stuff,  with a lovely review/article about her gardening book, Twigs in my Hair. As a gardener, myself, I’m definitely going to be checking this one out. Hope you’ll enjoy this wonderful and thoughtful review, and will remember to share this on all your favorite social media sites. Thanks! 


A common Post-Enlightenment concept is that occupations have an art and science to them.  As a therapist, sometimes I approach an intervention from the science side, using the concept of evidence-based practice to guide the rehabilitation process.  Biological, neurological, or psychological theories set the pace of therapy.  At other times, I rely on the art of practice, usually when it comes to engaging and motivating a client to utilize the science.  I view gardening much the same way.  Ask me about soil health and I’ll give your two hour lecture…

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The Colours

Before the fullness of the fall, comes the golding. 

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Photo Credit: Hamlin Grange

That moment when our shrubs and trees take on various shades of gold. It’s fleeting, a moment glimpsed before the main event. 

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The golding takes place in that space between the vivid greens of spring and summer and the reds and oranges of autumn.  It’s a minor act leading up to the big attraction that inspires the gorgeous adjectives. 

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I honour the golding, observing how it lights up the ground in mid-October, how it  repeats itself in the sister-colours of leaves on vines and trees that will never turn red or orange, but give their own light. The birches and some maples, for example. 

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Soon will come the stars of autumn, those brilliant-coloured leaves that appear in an explosion of glory — clothing large trees and small shrubs and instilling feelings of warmth and wonder in the people of this region.

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Photo Credit: Hamlin Grange

When that happens, we are no longer casual passersby on a quotidian walk along the road.  We are humans transfixed by a familiar astonishment: that our planet Earth could yield sights of such overwhelming beauty. 

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Transfixed, we are, by magic and grace and awe.

We want to hold on to it all, just that bit longer before the brittle dry bones of winter move in and take its place. We want the beauty and the brilliance, the warming and the wonder. The flourish, not the fading.

We know that winter is more than dry, dark bones. That it brings its own beauty. That what seems to be death also brings life.

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But we are human. We mourn the passing of the colours. And I cast back to the golding, the poor cousin of the rich, brilliant colours, because that was a time when the light was golden and we knew what was to come.


Our family’s October brought it all: the greening, the golding, the brilliant reds and oranges. The hoping, the shining, the fading.  

In one week, we experienced the birth of a precious new baby and the illness, sudden recovery, then slow death of a beloved relative.

One, in years to come, will take her place at the family table. One, in years past, always had a place at the table. 

Joy and grief have tangled, alternated, shared space in our family’s hearts this October. We’ve cried tears of joy and incredulity, and tears of pain and shock. 

But we’ve held on to this, above all: love, gratitude and faith.  


As we journeyed from one bedside to another, from one hospital to another — from feelings of wonder and warmth to feelings of anxiety and distress — love, gratitude and faith helped sustain us.

In them, we find strength. In them, we both remember and look forward. And in the space between the remembrance and the visioning, these three – love, faith and gratitude, all intermingled — help us to provide support for those who need it most.

The new parents.

The grieving wife.  The stunned children and grandchildren, the nieces and nephews, the siblings. 


At the start of November, we say farewell to our beloved elder, Keith.

We say welcome to our beloved newborn, Vivian Victoria. 

We are grateful for the blessing of you both. In your birthing and in your dying, in that golden space between the greens and the reds, we hope you’ve felt our love, gratitude and faith with its light and warmth.