In "The Inner Work of Decluttering," the author explores the emotional challenges of letting go of belongings tied to memory and identity. Focusing on compassion, they highlight that decluttering is a personal journey that requires time and reflection. Emphasizing an abundance mindset, they share how understanding one's evolving identity can ease the process. Practical tips encourage gentle, manageable steps toward decluttering while honoring one’s unique emotional experiences.
letting go
Part One: The Inner Work of Decluttering
This reflection addresses the often-overlooked emotional complexities of decluttering and minimalism, emphasizing that the process can evoke feelings of identity and grief. Instead of advocating for ruthless discarding, it suggests a compassionate approach to letting go. The author shares personal insights on valuing beloved items, exploring sentimental attachments, and recognizing the deeper meanings behind possessions. By taking time and allowing for reflection and personal readiness, individuals can navigate the decluttering journey in a way that ultimately aligns with their values and fosters joy.
Missing Those Moments
I wish I could speak to you right now I wish that you were right here I have got so much I want to say. It would be a good conversation. So much to catch up on. It’s a natural report, Listening and talking. And it's a voice internalized, Listen-Encourage, listen-Teach, Listen-Challenge, listen-Just-laugh. So stay … Continue reading Missing Those Moments
Some thoughts about Travel and Life.
We met a bear at Jasper while walking, 2014. Jasper, Canada, photo by Derek Noffke, 2014 Derek at Athabasca trying not to be cold, 2014. Lake Louise, Canada 2014 by Morag Noffke. I have been reflecting on different areas of my life. Many of you will know that we have traveled a little bit through … Continue reading Some thoughts about Travel and Life.
How do we say goodbye?
Zoe, our family dog, once Siobhan's dog. 2022 Zoe 2022. Zoe and me cuddles. 2022. I lie beside my canine friend And stare up into the canopy of my private bower Watching butterflies flitter-flutter And birds sounding like squeaky dog toys. Leaves quiver shiver In the hot autumn breeze. I cuddle our family dog Taking … Continue reading How do we say goodbye?
Sitting quietly is a gift.
I acknowledge the long unexplained silence As I sit upon my patio Gazing at my foresty-garden: Autumn rains it's leaves in gusts of winds Pitter-patter to the ground In the lull, like the in-breath, a leaf drifts Down to touch the ground Like a little foraging bird. Leaves leaving the branch akin to letting go. … Continue reading Sitting quietly is a gift.
December 2021 check-in
I wonder how you are all doing now that it is almost the end of the year. My blogging ground to a halt when I started the Art of Individuation course which I had hoped to give you some more feedback by now. In the last week of the course our plans for moving crystalized … Continue reading December 2021 check-in
A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/gwen_john_a_corner_of_the_artists_room_in_paris_cardiff.jpg Painting by Gwen John, a corner of the artists room in Paris. A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories. (This was first written for the my group of writing friends in response to the prompt of the painting by Gwen John , A corner of the artist's room in Paris.) The image of the empty … Continue reading A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
Sailing: Inner Grounding
Sailing is fun. I used to go sailing with Fritz Nebe, when I was a teenager (+/-1978 - 1981). I learnt all about sailing and adventure, thanks to him. We sailed from Simon's Town to Hout Bay; and from Hout Bay to Saldanha Bay. There we spent many weekends sailing and swimming in Langabaan Lagoon. … Continue reading Sailing: Inner Grounding
Shells
Letting go. And so as spring returns to the southern hemisphere so does my spring-cleaning continues with renewed fervor. At the same time my mind creatively processes my life from beginning to end. I collected shells and dead insects from when I was in junior school till recently. Oddly insects are also like shells, they … Continue reading Shells
Morag Noffke 
