I've always been fascinated with what people put out on their curbs for the trash man to take away. In today's world that doesn't always guarantee a trip to the dump. Walking through a flea market I'm reminded of one man's trash is another man's treasure. We collect a lot of things. So much so that we've outgrown our homes. Storage units three to five stories tall have become a huge business. So why is it we can't throw things away? If we aren't using it why keep it? Oh I'm no angel here. I'm extremely guilty of collecting things because I want them in my present moment. When I'm finished with it the next step of the journey is to locate a closet or find space in the garage. I do dream of the day when I can rent a dumpster and throw it all away. Downsizing your life is a horribly difficult task. What about downsizing your emotions? How can we take what we've experienced and let it go? I write everyday because I can physically tell you it creates room. I rid the mind body and soul of all things that could and will lead to bad thinking and decision making. Preparing for a storm and or growth requires space. You can't get it at Walmart or Morningside Storage. They say being creative is a space maker. The more you paint or write music the easier it is to find your path several miles from imploding. But are you getting rid of the right stuff? I read your Facebook, Instagram and Twitter talk. You may think you're shedding your fur, feathers and skin but it's still there on the digital imprint. Just as it is with my daily writing. Oh boy it can take me back 17 years in a heart beat. How do we grow forward carrying so much trash? Is it another man's treasure? My heart recently reminded me that a great bottle of wine if not taken care of will become vinegar.