It's not quite spring yet -- in fact, it's just snowed here, however unlikely it is to stick around -- but I've still been feeling the urge to clean house, to organize and eliminate, to change things. All in small steps, of course. Like finally reading my Cooking Light magazine from last November, marking recipes that I'd like to try. Clearing bookshelf space for all my Christmas acquisitions. Tackling the random pile of jeans that I've kept despite the fact that they are all either ripped or no longer the right size.
Such things also tend to meander toward that internal clean-up, introspection. Luckily, I never get too far with that crap before I find something more interesting to do. Like finish reading Charles Frazier's Nightwoods. Fantastic. Spare. Simple, but in the best way. The kind of book that makes you stop and take a breath to let the writing sink in.