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I LOOOOOOVE BEAUTIFUL stuff, but stuff that lasts.  Although I'm a chiropractic physician, in my 'prior life' I was an artist and musician.  So that aspect of surrounding myself with 'still lifes', arranging things that I love and that have meaning for me, both aesthetically and emotionally, is deeply satisfying.  Even music I purchase for my iPod Touch is "arranged". 

My mother recently said, "I so love your home.  Everywhere I turn, there is a beautiful juxtaposition of lovely things.  It's like walking through an art museum."  (Thanks, Mom, for reinforcing my compulsion...)

That said, as I approach my 60th year, I have a sense of urgency to purge, to create restful stillness, to create open space for breathing and thinking and dreaming and BEING.  All my BEAUTIFUL stuff seems to suck the oxygen out of my surroundings--a dilemma that is sorting itself out as I sell, give away and throw away my WONDERUL STUFF.  :>) 

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