Friday afternoon I sent the remainder of 16 years of notebooks & journals on to their next incarnations via a shredding truck. Some would say I should have saved them, but I felt it was time to let the good, the bad and just so-so go.
Svaha is usually uttered when you make sacrifices to the fire pit, but fire pits are not readily available in Manhattan. And the authorities would surely frown upon a home-made one, so friends and I gathered for a shredding party.
the container was brought to a location we could all get to easily with our bagloads
a press of the button and it’s over in moments
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omg!!! That takes some guts. I could never do that.
Wow, that must have taken some vast amounts of courage. But, I also imagine the experience was cathartic.
Waves from blustery Brighton!