how well do you know yourself?
i mean know yourself the way only you can deep down know yourself.
not the self you think the world accepts maybe better . . .
not saying we all have a public self and an inside self.
but then. maybe on closer inspection ~ we do.
then there are those of us that are simply both selves.
or more selves! LOL.
and each one is authentic. but wait. can they all be authentic?
see that picture above?
if i could find artwork that would make me feel like the light on that wall
i would buy it probably.
i like art. but i have never found any that makes me feel like that.
so i would rather live without it. or little of it.
the fact is.
the more hectic and loud and in~your~face the world gets
the more talking heads i hear
pontificating on every single issue under the sun
my own head included
the more the world is too much with me
the more i revert back (is that redundant? probably)
the more i revert to the
and fresh air
and spareness of just living with only.
with only means clean.
neat. uncluttered even if the clutter is sentimental.
i just don’t want it.
i want to live with only.
it means easy.
you breathe easily.
you don’t drown in stuff.
your eyes rest.
your soul rests.
soul rest for sure.
but what if you haven’t got the window looking out upon the forest?
what if your window looks out upon a brick wall?
as long as there is light
as long as there is a little bit of space
(this space is amazingly luxurious)
but i personally prefer small and cozy
as long as there is a window even onto a brick wall
if you keep surfaces clean and clear
and when one beautiful vibrant vase of flowers
brightens your day and feeds your soul
you find you don’t need the tons of stuff.
you pay attention to the flowers.
you pay attention to your soul.
everything he needs apparently is right here.
as long as there’s a bathroom with a shower somewhere there too
i’m okay! LOL.
and maybe yes. a little kitchen.
luxury is okay. but lovely as this is…
it’s the simple lines.
that’s what appeals to me.
like a chapel in the woods.
though you can keep the cone head painting. and the other one. LOL.
a place to put up feet.
books to read. good light. maybe too much light.
a little table to hold your glass. or your cup.
a rug for the dog to lie upon.
unless he’s like mine would be. right up there with me.
this is over the top maybe.
maybe for me.
i don’t have a family.
forest out every window.
a cozy fire.
a small table and chair in front to have lovely meals.
a bed near windows for heavenly fresh cool air.
no fuss. no frills. nothing to dust “around”
though a little to “placed” for my taste.
just simple spare and clean.
wood and nature and light.
my soul can rest. my self is happy.
i’ll never know this luxury.
but that is perfectly alright. i can visit it here. and that is enough.
i can actually hear the night sounds. the crickets. the slip of the water spills.
i’m sitting here having a glass of wine.
or beer. i like a little light beer.
i’m having good conversation with the marine.
he has stopped by. we both agree.
the world can simply get to be too much with us.
when it gets too much with you too
feel free to stop by my house any time.
you won’t find
i love seeing other people’s stuff.
their grandmother’s stuff. their favorite aunt’s stuff. now their own.
their last unbelievable thrift shop bargain!
and i know that that is how the majority of us live.
i just can’t live with all that.
and if you have all that beautiful stuff and even more of it stored in the garage
and sometimes it all just gets to be
you know . . .
too much stuff! . . . LOL!
well . . . drop by here!
i’ve probably been known to be too much
the other way.
the way of
non ~ stuff.
as my friend pooh in the side bar of my blog likes to say.
pooh knows me pretty darn well.
as well as i know myself ‘probly.’
so here’s to us all says pooh!
til soon old bean.