stuff doesn’t matter whoever said this and why I must vehemently disagree my things make the day of me the way of me more whole they add depth of memory and recall joy and tenderness as well as set the stage for intentional beauty and inspiration every day sometimes they simply let me be more in me because they stand and wait perfectly in their place where my hands have set them and my spirit has arranged them they stand and wait for my eye to catch their set and smile or just breath a little more easily so as to release the hostage situation that was taking place as run-away thoughts unwittingly capture my muse once again outer order contributes to my greatest inner calm and so I go clean my house and sort my studio and gaze upon my stuff so I can step~
runon.hostage situation~
