Spring cleaning and all its cathartic ways bring a sense of renewal to heart and home. This time around though it has brought with it an unwelcome feeling of wanting. Those too small, too worn, too old garments have made ample room for new lovelies and the bookshelf now rid of unread volumes yearns for new sumptuous texts. Even the kitchen in all her simplicity has fallen into the trap of only feeling completely overhauled if new linen tea towels in colours of jute and stone hung just so from their hook. Thick, hand blown French glassware gracing the table would complete the Spring cleanse.
All about me there are images vying for my consumerist attention. Meticulously styled magazine editorials lure me with crisp bed linens and home wares in muted shades while Etsy never fails to fuel my desire for edgy artworks, artisan jewelry and vintage oddments that satiate the "wanting". I quite simply have fallen from grace with my make do and mend philosophy and have been bookmarking all things new and shiny.
Deep in the sludge of "wanting but not being able to have" I have huffed and puffed about all we were lacking. And how everything would be better with this pair of shoes and that absolutely essential new rug. A serendipitous card from our World Vision sponsor child gave me the sharp slap I needed as I took in the enormity of our abundant existence. At its most basic level we turn on a tap and fresh, clear water flows freely and a bounty of nourishing and delicious food is at our fingertips. We have not only clean and warm shelter but a personal space peppered with treasures and luxuries unfathomable by many people of this globe.
My eyes are still inevitably drawn to pages of pretties and the desire to hold them close will most likely never completely wane but I view my world a little differently today. As I move through my home I look upon each possession, each facet of my daily life and I am overwhelmed by the abundance. We want for nothing of any importance. And for this I am incredibly grateful.