I’m not sure if it’s because spring is inching closer (we are forecast to have 50o this weekend!) or if it’s the result of a re-wired mindset about what things are necessary for life and what are not, but I’ve found myself mentally tagging things around the house and shed, lately, that need to go. If it’s meaningful or useful, we’ll keep it; if not, we’ll give someone else the opportunity to have it. There’s a continual chiseling and shaping going on, it seems, much like the way an artist is always about bettering his work. And it’s the process of adding here and removing there that teaches you.
Really teaches you.
And it seems that the more things you let go of, the more you desire what’s left around you to be authentic and real. Real wood, natural fibers, original art (go ahead and tear those sketches from your own journal and frame them). Because there is value in what is real – a story, spoken ever so softly, is living there. Of course, in this day, our lives truly do encompass the manufactured and mass-produced, but it doesn’t all have to be so, thank goodness. By degrees, we are shifting the balance.
Just yesterday, my husband and I were talking about this living small that we are doing; talking about the road thus far; talking about how, because of our view behind, our view ahead is now different than it used to be. We said of all the good that has come from a pared down life, the best is that there are no regrets.
