I took on a challenge today and started organizing our bookshelves by color. For me, it was not an easy thing to do as it went against how one would “normally” organize a library. Organizing books by color was a suggestion our realtor made to help stage our house for potential buyers. We have lived here for close to 30 years, so we are far from putting the house on the market, but we need to start somewhere.
It was like I had to use a different part of my brain to match books by color. It also reminded me of hearing as a child that it did not matter if your food was touching on your plate because it all gets mixed together in their stomach anyway.
The books I am organizing do all have a common theme, I am just not sure what to label it. Spirituality? Life? I think of the top row as being a bit different from the bottom row, but there were quite a few times the book could have gone with the color in either row.
For me, this is symbolic that it is many times not simple to categorize things in life. There are not always definite divisions. How does it feel to let things not being settled? Can I embrace simply not knowing? That does require some trust. Lets just say, I am working on that.
~Christine
