Sunday, September 27, 2009

One day

Under the bed, in the deep dark recesses lies a hidden treasure trove of memories, waiting patiently for fingers to trace their contours, inhaling the fragrance of days gone by, resurrecting them into new adventures. Still they reside in the shadow that you must go through to reach them.

Two legs dangle from beneath the wooden slats supporting the mattress wrapped in Batman sheets, searching for purchase to push him further into the graveyard of forgotten toys, crumpled pictures, stuffed animals that had lost their place of honor among their brethren up top.

I can't get all this myself.

If you pull everything out, we will help you put it where it belongs.


Pulling everything out from underneath the boys beds, we were greeted by...well a mess. We made them pull it all into a big pile and we picked through it, separating the things to keep from the things that are trash. Long forgotten treasures were met with smiles and renewed vigor to play with or care for them. Some things we made them toss as they have been grossly out grown or because they were just junk, while other found their way into plastic containers to be put away for another day.

We all have beds that we stuff things under, promising ourselves we will clean it out one day.

Eventually though, the space underneath runs out and it all starts to spill out onto the floor for the world to see. Our one day arrives when we least expect it and we are left with a mess. Old beliefs we had about ourselves resurface, clouding who we really are. Forgotten grudges erase the joy filled moments of our friendships. An unexpected bill breaks the precarious balance of the checkbook of our lives.

Hidden among our refuse are beautiful things, we just can't see because we have not taken the time to separate it and throw away the things we no longer need.

Maybe one day, needs to be today.

Sunlight trickles through the blinds, laughter floats in its rays and two young boys play with toys that once were lost, but now they found.

32 comments:

Betsy said...

Very nice analogy. I wish I had a nickle (or torter) for each time I've cleaned out from under a boys bed! ha!

Cinnamon said...

You've brought back memories of going through those toy boxes, finding odd bits of lego, Action man's ski-boot (but only one) and lots of fluff.

Just cleared out all my papers and files- very therapeutic. Not too many unexpected bills, thank goodness!

Joanna Jenkins said...

You make an excellent point Brian-- and beautifully as always. "Hidden among our refuse are beautiful things, we just can't see because we have not taken the time to separate it and throw away the things we no longer need."
Thanks for the reminder. hope your weekend is going great.

The Retired One said...

I totally agree with that and the analogy....
although the saying: "one man's junk is another man's treasure" has some merit.

rxBambi said...

can you come to my house and clean under my bed? I think you might only find some monstrous dust bunnies...

Ronda Laveen said...

I've been on an organizational frenzy too!. Must be fall. I just love my Batman...which reminds me, I need to organize my comics.

Beth said...

Actually, I'm still afraid of the monster under the bed.

Daniel said...

Reminds me of my little one. She loves to collect things she finds when we are out on our adventures. It could be a paper clip or a plastic size tag from the store parking lot or a sticker that she got from the cashier. She keeps them in a shoe box in her dresser. Every once in a while she pulls it out and goes through it. Even though it is all junk, sometimes she is able to recall the adventure we were on that day and the fun we had, and that makes all the difference. It is why we call her finds "treasures".

otin said...

Just like our minds, huh? pack all that crap away and try to forget about it until it builds up and makes us feel like our head is going to explode! Then we have to relieve the pressure by eliminating the unimportant worries. I am with you, man!

Jen of A2eatwrite said...

I used to love those sessions with C. He's truly outgrown this now, and tends to keep things neat... enough. Keeping our psyches neat... enough - now that's a different task altogether.

MW said...

Two weeks ago I cleaned out my girls room, and as I read your post, I felt like I was right there doing it all over again. They played with the old, forgotten treasures until it was time to pack them up and give them away. I can relate to the poast from a bigger picture point of view, and it is so true. Great post.

subtorp77 said...

Yikes! No room for dust bunnies, even? Can't see under mine, as well( wondering what I've got stored under there-LOL! )

CatLadyLarew said...

Nothing like finding buried treasure in your own house!

Jill said...

Throw out the clutter to get to the GOOD STUFF...I do NOT want to miss the good stuff.

Valerie said...

Clearing out is essential, if only to revive memories. Yes, even toys. I'm convinced I save and store simply to go through everything at a later date. To remember.

Alan Burnett said...

I will forward this to my son in the hope that he might take up the challenge.

Gaston Studio said...

It's amazing what one young boy will choose to keep as a treasure, when another might throw it in the trash. All of us have trash and treasures, I guess the main thing is knowing which is which to ourselves.

Travel & Dive Girl said...

Very nice. I have a lot of work ahead of me - a whole spare room full of junk. I can just imagine what I'll find...

IB said...

For a long time I thought the answer was to keep buying bigger and bigger beds. That doesn't really work out 'cause eventually your are limited by the size of the room. What then? Eventually you have to face the memories and deal with the work of sorting it all out.

Good post, Brian.

Brian Miller said...

this post came out of continued thoughts from yesterday. some of the kids i work with become stuck in a moment because of what was done to them. they pack it away in hopes that it will go away, but it become the wizard behind the curtain, running their life from the shadows. they miss out on a lot of the treasured moments because they fall under the cloud of the other. sometimes we have to let go of those things to enjoy the good things. otin, you were spot on...our heads, our hearts...and beth you are right it can be scary and sometimes we need others to help us face them or put them in the right places, like we did with the boys. sometimes it is surprising what you find when you do.

Goofball said...

piling up a mess is no good. But my mother is always cleaning up, loosing herself in that activity, never sitting down and taking a break, ... (also in relationships, always anticipating what others would think of her, what would be expected by her, what she "must" do, ...)

sometimes I'm happy and proud to be able to stash away something quickly behind a closed closet door, while heading outdoor to enjoy the sun & life without much pressure.


I guess it's all about balance :)

Protege said...

Only you can make the clutter (under any bed) sound poetic.;))
I so get all this as I am a *gatherer*, I store and save things, that others would dismiss as crazy clutter. But I can not part with these items as they connect me to my past and they all have affectional value to me.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I love this post. If only it were as easy as pulling it all out and making a pile in the middle of the "room". Maybe that is why we all want to stuff those bad memories as far under the "bed" as we can..... then you find yourself having to hire a professional to clean it all out. Wow, that was deep!

Kulio said...

Cleaning out...makes me think of my favorite phrase from Stephen King's "On Writing"...it is:

Kill your darlings.

Sounds King-ish, huh? But it just means letting go of some things you love, to make room for what really works for you.

Nice post.

Brian Miller said...

kulio, you captured it in one sentence...

Liza said...

Great post Brian.
You can't make room for the new when you are jam-packed with the old.
Conquer the clutter!

Candie Bracci said...

You got it right!It's exactly what I've been doing this weekend with my cupboards and all,clear it all in every sense and start anew.Great post as usual Brian,good to read you again.
Funny enough I got nothing under my bed!

TechnoBabe said...

My one day is actually one year. I have been working on learning about my inner being, changing some things I don't like about myself and letting go of other things.

Cheffie-Mom said...

Who new cleaning underneath the bed could be so beautiful!

Baino said...

Finding hidden treasures is one of the small joys of de-cluttering. It's just the thought of getting started that's so ominous. I can't remember what's under my bed!

Alix said...

You have such a beautiful way with metaphors. Just stunning - and such wonderful wisdom there as well.

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Having raised three sons - each creative, each resourceful, each ever in possession of another tool, art or craft supply, that sorting through became a seasonal necessity. And so those moments of first possession, those moments of use, service, would all come into play as we made what could be a chore a playful rediscovery. OK now I have newly convinced myself. I will have to plan Rose Marie's own playdate with the garage!