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..on the shelves and in my head. I quite like the growly sound of the paper shredder as it eats my words  which then get recycled in the compost bin..   I hope mother nature's microbes can digest all that ink and those chemicals and those thoughts (which have already been in many cycles in my head)....
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Freda
22/3/2018 01:26:23 am
Thanks Lucille!
Mary
22/3/2018 01:46:35 am
Just think....all your words will help the plant life grow.
Freda
22/3/2018 02:00:17 am
That is such a nice thought!
Julia
22/3/2018 04:19:42 am
Anyone who cannot start this letting-go process cannot possibly understand how satisfying it is, can they, Freda? Once you get into the swing of it, it is sheer freedom and liberation! And how wonderful that you have your garden as the next abode for what was cluttering up your home and your head!..maybe you are planting your future...:-)
Freda
22/3/2018 02:43:16 pm
I do feel a sense of freedom having made the decision to get rid of a lot of old notes....quite liberating as you say!
Lotta
22/3/2018 08:36:22 am
And if you use the compost to grow veg, you'll be eating your own words!
Freda
22/3/2018 02:44:46 pm
Eating my words - I like it Lotta! Fresh thinking....yes,
Elizabeth
25/3/2018 12:09:09 am
The shredded words look like an art form in themselves. Your photos and the comments by Lotta and Julia have made me decide to get a shredder. But this coming week I have an assignment to complete so shredding of abandoned drafts will begin the week after! Then for the backlog of notes from previous projects.
Freda
26/3/2018 12:56:17 pm
Happy shredding! (I borrowed one as it is something most people only use sporadically it makes sense....) Leave a Reply. |
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