Some people wait until spring to do a clean sweep of the house. Getting into every corner, sweeping the dust, clearing the cobwebs. Turning the rugs and finally letting go of all of those useless nick knacks. I find myself doing this once a season. A fresh start is never fresh while carrying a load of extraneous baggage. Literally, and metaphorically, one must clear the clutter to create sacred space. In heart, mind, spirit, and hearth. Lately, it has been the closets, the attics and those dark reaches where memories and stale places of the heart hide out, spinning webs ready to catch our now and pull it back to thens we sometimes wish we never had lived in the first place….