Musings is a blog by Dorah Blume is an author of historical novels including "Botticelli's Muse". Dorah has led Juiceboxartists writing workshops for adults in greater Boston, as well as in Tuscany.
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...on writing and all things creative

10 Clutter-busting strategies as they appeared on

  1. Clutter-busting strategy #1: Establish Activity Zones
  2. Clutter-busting strategy #2: Start Small
  3. Clutter-busting strategy #3: Get Help!
  4. Clutter-busting strategy #4: Reduce Pieces of Furniture to a Minimum
  5. Clutter-busting strategy #5: Let Go of the Guilt
  6. Clutter-busting strategy #6: Practice the “One in, One out” principle
  7. Clutter-busting strategy #7: Display Each Collection as a Collection in One Place
  8. Clutter-busting strategy #8: Get Rid of Broken Stuff, Fix It, or Recycle!
  9. Clutter-busting strategy #9: Give Away What No Longer Serves You
  10. Clutter-busting strategy #10: Know Thyself

Clutter Kills . . .

I’ve started a series of articles you can read on Here’s a link to one about my lifelong battle with clutter. Each day I’ll be adding a clutter busting strategy for the next 10 days before moving on to a wide variety of topics that will deal with solo travel, creativity, creative writing, growing older, and interior design. A wide spectrum, but that’s why I’m calling them Notes from the Walking Head.


Creativity unexpressed . . .

The handle for my twitter account and several other uses employs this medieval line drawing of what I have named The Walking Head, aka The Ambulatory Neurotic.  She first appeared way back in the year 2000, before blog posts existed. I was in Los Angeles, training to become a certified Bikram Yoga teacher. It had been a dream to travel around the world at the millennium. I posted myself as the Walking Head in search of her Astral Spine. She journeyed through the nine weeks (500 hours) of teacher training and then on to Kyoto, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Thailand (airport only), Calcutta, Mumbai, Bangalore, New Delhi, Agra, and back to LA.

Today’s post introduces this walking head to you once more as she appeared (sadly truncated) in my first direct entry onto the blogger website. Here’s the link


Dining in the Abenaki Room

Leslie Skimmings created this Musing and the watercolor illustration after dining in the Abenaki Room of the Common Man Restaurant in Plymouth, New Hampshire.

Artifacts and old sepia photographs on clay-colored walls are among all things native and tribal. On the ceiling, an inverted canoe hangs above the long banquet table reserved for parties of twelve.

Gilded frames hold soulful images, portraits of old warriors and women in ceremonial costume—a gallery of memories to remind diners of a once time-honored tribe whose ancient homeland is now the soil beneath our feet.

All authentic Americans are they, whose neighbor tribes once did hunt and haunt dreamers of a new land. Little more than their legacy is left for us to know now.

Dinner is served under watchful eyes. I look away and then meet again the young Abenaki woman who asks for an answer to a question that must have been always, “Why?” And a chieftain, sorrowful but resigned—looking still proud in his feather headdress—holds me accountable for the broken promises, the polluted rivers, and for all means of abuse of sacred land.

I find myself in need of something sweet to counter the bitterness and the shame, but no offering of Indian pudding is on the menu. So I ask for the bill, instead, and wonder how I—and all my kind—can ever pay the debt.

No answer comes. But I shall pray tonight that at another time and in another place these men and women might live in peace and travel rivers like the Penobscot, the Kennebec, and the Pemigewasset, or dwell, again, on the sheltered shores of Winnipesaukee and Squam.

Oh, that this land could be so loved again and held from harm by a band of watchful braves like “the people of the dawn.”

Leslie’s novel for middle-grade readers Discovery in Braxton Falls is due for publication in 2017. She can be reached by email at

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