|My laundry, tied up by load in furoshikis|
I suppose I could have spent my sabbatical ruthlessly purging my possessions, asking each one if they were a source of joy. But I didn't. What I did do is apply a dash of KonMari to my laundry and to my office. This violates Kondo's principles (do it all, she says, or nothing), but not mine, so off I went. I found a one page version of her folding methods (easier than flipping through the book) here and tackled my dresser and closet. Some worked well with the storage I had, some didn't. Several months later, things are still tidy without a lot of mental work going into keeping them that way.
There is something of the Liturgy of the Hours in this discipline of putting things away just so. Each day I begin again, each four week cycle ends, only to repeat. When I cannot find the words to pray, I can open my book, and begin — like my socks, the psalms are tidy and waiting for me.