This is a new day, here in France, and my heart is happy.
Yesterday, we celebrated with our neighbors, then we went to the Bastille, and it was beautiful to see this crowd: happy, joyful, and driven by the same desire to change and start a new.
But I think that all the things we keep are like covers over time, layers of memories that we materialize in order not to forget. So I've decided to take pictures of some things that I will throw or give away and that I want to remember. A coat. A used baby sock. Drawings (oh my, I haven't gone through that yet...)
I wish I had a big cellar to put everything on the side without having to see it each time I open a closet. But I know it would just be the same. I remember my grandparents who used to collect everything, their house had become a gigantic mess of piles and broken things, it was almost unbearable to see, and it was hard to breathe just to be there. And when they died and my mother and aunt had to sell their house, we had to sort every single thing, throw away a ton of old magazines and stuff that made them feel safe. I want to be stronger than that, and try to feel safe without piling up things around me, like an armor against time and life.
This reminds me of one of my favorite songs ever.
Have a lovely week everybody.