A little morning practise. A landscape of being. This awareness. Noticing for a short while, a moment. Things melt, float, only becoming solid when I shift my perspective and name something. I go back into this open landscape of consciousness for a moment, letting things go, letting be, just being. This, for a moment, a practice.
I'm still arranging, sorting, sifting, taking things to the charity shop, letting go, raking over memories, spreading things out, slowly, rearranging. Gradually orienting towards making flat surfaces for doing things on, rather than shelves for storing stuff.