“Storage, after all, is the sacred act of choosing a home for my belongings.”

You could say that tidying orders the mind while cleaning purifies it.

We live in this moment. Who you are now is more important than memories of your past. Be good to yourself.

If you want to meet a beautiful home that is just right for you, take good care of the one you live in now.

Discard first, store later.

I’m sure most of us have been scolded for not tidying up our rooms, but how many of our parents consciously taught us how to tidy as part of our upbringing?

The true purpose of a present is to be received.

When people revert to clutter no matter how much they tidy, it is not their room or their belongings but their way of thinking that is at fault.

Just because you dispose of something does not mean you give up past experiences or your identity.

Follow your intuition and all will be well.

Even if we remain unaware of it, our belongings really work hard for us, carrying out their respective roles each day to support our lives.

But when we really delve into the reasons for why we can’t let something go, there are only two: an attachment to the past or a fear for the future.

In Japan, we say that words make our reality. The words we see and with which we come into contact tend to bring about events of the same nature.

The best method is to experiment and enjoy the process.

Your real life begins after putting your house in order.

Tidying is just a tool, not the final destination. The true goal should be to establish the lifestyle you want most once your house has been put in order.

Warranties are only used once a year if at all. What point is there in carefully sorting and separating them when the odds that they will be needed are so low?

The Sacred Bombshell knows that her creative feminine energy is a catalyst. She remembers her womb wisdom.

The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?

He has committed everything he’s had to it. If in fact he believes that every human life was sacred, I knew that if he had his conscious awakened

Everyone has the right to doubt everything as often as he pleases and the duty to do it at least once. No way of looking at things is too sacred to be reconsidered. No way of doing things is beyond improvement.

In this sacred Dispensation conflict and contention are in no wise permitted.

Sacred cows make the tastiest hamburger.