The other day I was mass deleting texts and by accident managed to get over 2000 texts on my desktop. 
That is QUITE a sight.
Overwhelmed, my stomach dropped & eyes bulged as I took in this visual representation of all those communications.
I'm not much of a texter, still, seeing them in this way reminded me of all those little things accumulating in our minds, feelings, being, and how, like these texts, are covering up all the access to NOW -- all pertinent desktop material BURIED in a mass of texts lined up in deep row upon row like an excessive epically demented game of solitaire.

I took a deep breath, eyes still bulging for the foreseeable, now accompanied by simultaneous head shaking shock and awe at the NUMBER the MULTITUDE of these unimportant things now having to be dealt with concretely and absolutely - no saving them for later or mass means of deleting them - one by one they must be addressed and eradicated.
I dug in to deleting.

Endless click, click, clicking, dragging and waiting for computer to process the volume so the trash would even appear, this activity began and continued indefinitely as "calls of nature" were relegated to "only if bursting and then, wait longer."  After racing to the toilet like Gabby Thomas, back to the cathartic and necessary task.  

(Suffice it to say my hands are still aching from it!  If there were ever a "next time" I'd open up the desktop in finder and delete that way more easily, but somehow I felt I needed to go through this experience; that there was something important to learn here.)

I started clicking in rhythm and making up songs then layer upon layer began to disappear and parts of the desktop became clear and visible again.
I started to enjoy the "getting rid of things" feeling.  Doing it concretely in this manner brought home not just an analogy, but an actuality:  You CAN LET GO; you, in fact, must if you're to truly live.

Our small thoughts, moment-to-moment, day-by-day can seem unimportant to us.  We may feel that due to their insignificance they're also insignificant to our lives.  We couldn't be more wrong.  Every fear, doubt, put down, sense of dread, remorse over the past or agreeing with the seemingly insurmountable, all of these determine our quality of life and our future.

Every little thought, feeling, action resonates at a certain vibration either elevating you to the sacred & reflecting your spiritual soul; or pulling you down into the profane (that which diminishes you); the bitter, unhappy, trashy, shame & anger-ridden aspects that, in their smallness (pettiness) are bad enough, but, in aggregate -- in VOLUME & consistency -- will bury you alive.

Perhaps you're making a real effort and, when you remember, and "thung sathi" (focus your spirituality) as the Buddhists say, you set your intentions along the conscious path but you're not feeling or seeing the results from these sincere adjustments.

Could it be that too much of your creative power has been used to paint a painful reality, a wearing away of your shine, dulling you so that all you're aware of is the nitty-gritty?  The granularity, not of the universe at its core, but of enduring endless self-inflicted attrition mutes your intrinsic goodness -- your greatness -- becoming but concepts on the periphery.  At your center sands are blown about in an onslaught of windstorms as you lose ground; thousands of suffocating tiny particles blinding you from where to turn, how to go on, wondering when it will end.

To be continued...

END PART I

Good Things: Make sure you can see 'em.
Why not play the song and declutter for a bit?