I am gradually adjusting to this simple and sparse mode of living.
The pictures are still on the walls.
The books are still on the shelves.
But the drawers and the cupboards are bare as Mother Hubbard's, - I open a door to find something, but look! Simplicity plus, - nothing but pure air. Whatever I needed is packed in a box......amazingly we manage to make do, or go without.
We have a pen, two pencils, a large pad to make notes on and remind ourselves of what still needs to be done, and we are excruciatingly careful not to misplace any of them.
We make lists of what happens when, who will be on first, and where will the cat live while all chaos slowly becomes order. I envision in my mind what will fit where in the new rooms, and try to remember just where the second bathroom fits into the scheme of things. And what will I do without a pantry?
When it gets too much I go out into the garden and admire the lilies and the bee balm growing next to them, snip some sweet peas and rub the lavender between my fingertips, enveloping myself in its beautiful fragrance.
or gaze off into the hills and the heavens