Cleaning Out the Garage

There’s something in the air. Some cosmic concentration that requires me to look more closely at my life. Cleaning out the garage as my old friend Wordman would say. Do you feel it? Do you anticipate it? Would you do it, clean out the garage?

I suppose the biggest obstacle is getting past the unwilling cognisance of our thoughts to also dictate our physical inclinations to get up out of our chairs and actually make our way to the garage (read spare room, kitchen, lounge, cupboard, attic) in the first place. It’s a shove job for sure!

Holding on to stuff can be the bane of our present and oftentimes future existence but we have a proclivity for it don’t we, even when those objects, old text, moth- ridden ill fitting garments are no longer relevant or so far gone all they’re good for is buffing the car with or dusting off shelves. Yet for some reason (known only to our stubborn selves) we keep them! I sometimes worry about that aspect of my personality but truthfuly, not that often. I’m not really a hoarder.

I’m lov’in the work of Canadian songstress Serena Ryder. In 2004, she produced her album ‘Unlikely Emergency’. Lately her song ‘Daydream’ (written for her ill friend Dave Tough) has given my thoughts so much mileage. It’s ability to move past my everyday clutterations have persuaded me to act on cleaning out my garage. And trust me, you won’t get my rationale even if you do listen to the song.

Cleaning out the garage can sometimes mean being realistic about the friend’s names and numbers that also clog up our mobiles, address books and rolodexes. Nothing cruel in that, just practical. Perhaps this is just an instinctual response to the incipience of Spring. Maybe. I’m not sure but it’s a pressing sense. Can you feel it now?

It’s time to act, the moment of cogitation is passing, this cosmic concentration has those of us who are prone to action in its sights. See you, gotta go clean the garage.