There is something about being on a mountain that makes you want to be a part of nature. Maybe its the clarity of the air leading me to delusion, but while hiking Mt.Rainier this past weekend I had a flickering thought of living in the wild and hiking through the mountain passes every morning with my thermos of coffee as the sun light streamed in making the forest floor sparkle in fragmented light. Alas, I will settle for memories and photographs to tide me over until our next journey from the wilds of LA to the actual wilderness.
While we were hiking a breathtaking washed out gorge (and by hiking I mean leasurly walking and having photo ops) I realized that I am truly am my mothers daughter, a terrifying thought but what can you do but accept the fait that is laid out before you. Anyways, I noticed as we walked that I was drawn to the beautiful rocks that had beeen unearthed in the cascading mudslide that happened a few years ago. The colors, shapes, and even sparkle in them melted something inside of me (my mom adores rocks, which I never understoon until now) and I knew I had to take some home.
But why? They are just rocks, a trinket that will become clutter, and that is not acceptable. Clutter has become the bain of my existence (making me my fathers daughter, he is a neat freak of a man… another terrifying realization). I immediately decided to forgo the rocks, but as we stood, taking our millionth group photo of the weekend (“Memories you will thank me for later” so said Drews Father) I couldn’t resist picking up a few small beauties that were shimmering in the late morning sun.
I selected three small white rocks, flecked with black and speckled with minerals that make them glint as you move them in your hands (seriously, so pretty, its weird). I knew that by taking them home I had to have a purpose for them, I needed to turn them into a piece of decor that I could set out on a table or shelf and have it add to our home and above all not make it feel cluttered.
Far too often we justify little trinkets thinking we will always treasure and remember them, but if our memories are shoved into a box in the basement what good will they do? Physical clutter often leads to mental clutter and vice versa. By bringing items of value into your space and displaying them in a way that will add to the room it will in return add to your life.
By placing those three small rocks into a small porcelain mortar, it enhanced their beauty and reduced their feeling of clutter. They became upcycled natural decor. Perched on a stack of books they are now an element of design that adds a personal touch to the room (adding value not caos to our lives).
And now, in the morning as I sip my coffee and see the light trickling through the blinds, fractured by palm trees instead of pine, I am reminded of that beautiful day on Mt.Rainier.