Emptiness

This week we have a contractor coming in to take care of a number of small projects around easing the congestion in the entry way/kitchen. One plan is to move the washer/dryer into our bedroom and then rebuild the closet. So my Saturday was not spent on my usual furniture hunt but instead on clearing out the spaces where the work will happen. It never ceases to amaze me how much peace I feel when the stuff is gone. So why always such a pursuit to find more? The eternal mysteries