that holds all that is needed.
with all it’s pits and misshapen imperfection.
my wabi sabi life.
semi wabi sabi old bean!
and just so you know . . .
just writing about what i love here.
not meaning YOU should be wabi sabi too!
remember . . . ALWAYS here at . . . the cozy m . . .
to each his and her own.
that’s what makes EVERY life and EVERY home interesting!
but i say old bean . . . i do!
i suddenly want to make uneven beautiful pottery.
to shape it by hand. feel the clay in my fingers.
i want to revel in the beauty that some people find ugly.
and i want to value the old. old things. old loves. old talents.
not old. but simply perhaps . . . forgotten. but still there.
and i guess . . . i should say here about SOME things . . .
‘ semi ‘ wabi sabi . . .
LOLOL. yes semi . . .
any old table of mine has to be smooth! LOL.
no splinters old bean! i want to be able
to run a cloth over it and not snag the material!
i want to feel the satin of many hands that went before me
smoothing the wood.
little nicks. and gouges.
all the beauty marks of time.
i want to read this book.
for years i’ve read so many others on wabi sabi . . .
but i’ve yet to read taro gold’s. and it’s supposed to be
wabi sabi is a difficult concept for most westerners.
it’s the total opposite of our ‘throwaway’ buy it new and keep buying MORE
it’s satisfied . . . wabi sabi is.
it’s satisfied with simple. and it’s satisfied with less.
and it’s satisfied with age. . . . our own age and the object’s age.
there is a sense of melancholy.
but not the kind of melancholy that makes you sad.
this is a melancholy of a special beauty. a special feeling.
it’s more like the melancholy of a lovely misty grey day . . .
waiting for much needed rain to freshen the air
to feel the mist on your face.
to think good quiet thoughts.
to light the lamps in the corner and
sit beneath the golden pool of light.
to be your wabi sabi self for awhile.
it’s the beauty in
not perfect people.
it’s living and loving the imperfections in your life.
both in the bowl that holds your soup or salad . . .
or in the mirror reflection that holds your own image.
it’s loving your life.
just as it is.
at least that’s wabi sabi to me.
that’s my wabi sabi life.
do you have a wabi sabi life?
in america today . . .
so many people want to court the famous.
they’re in our faces old bean!
wabi sabi is content to be ordinary.
as a matter of fact . . .
it’s that very ordinariness that makes
a wabi sabi life so beautiful.
it’s just another side of cozy minimalism.
only it has a neat name.
much more fun to say !!!
it’s a well worn table not filled to the brim with ‘things.’
it has ample space on it to hold a glass. a cup. an open book.
to allow your eyes to rest and revel in its own beauty . . .
not in the myriad of things all over the top of it.
pretty though they may be.
it’s seeing the inexplicable beauty in functional objects.
objects that do the job for you.
to see their humility and simple design . . .
to value their efficiency and place in your home.
to relax and revel in the work that is part of being
to keep it as clean as necessary. but not to obsess.
to relax when the job is done.
to . . .
smile. breathe and go slowly. as the little monk says.
hmmm…. that sounds like a familiar blog site to me!
i know! i did a whole post about it on the peanut too.
i love wabi sabi. what can i say!
my wabi sabi life.
if you want to slow down . . . and rethink things . . .
you’re so welcome to share that wabi sabi life here.
it’s a quiet place to re~read the lines that might help with the stress.
to know that you too
can have a wonderful wabi sabi life.
it’s really just a mind set.
and a willingness of letting go of things.
that’s so hard for so many to do!
it’s like . . . they ARE all their things.
who would they be without all that?
would they find themselves lost?
i don’t know.
it’s a question each of us must answer for our self.
it is a spare but beautiful place.
holding those things that are functional
and those few wonderful things that bring memories
to your heart. and that you feel are too beautiful to be without.
and it’s letting the rest go.
not a house that’s a museum full of myriads of things.
but a home that is the true essence of serene and happy wabi sabi.
who knows? you might grow to love it as much as i do.
and we’ll be wabi sabi together!
til soon old bean!