when i say i’m a minimalist . . .
usually people immediately get a mental picture of how they think i live.
a white cube. nothing in it. nothing of beauty to look upon. hard edges. cold.
and for the die hard purists living it . . . i suppose that might be true.
and truth to tell . . . there’s a part of me that is intrigued and delighted with that.
but never on a day to day basis. i love comfort! and color! and beauty!
i must ALWAYS have beauty.
the little cottage i used to own was once very monastic.
but still there was a sense of beauty and serenity and light.
and now my 525 square feet that i call the wren house also has that beauty.
yet it’s far from looking monastic in here.
recently in my tiny wren house i’ve done even more uncluttering.
i was keeping some plastic storage boxes in the closet.
i only have one closet.
even the marine asks ” tam! what is there left to get rid of ??? “
the answer . . .
there always seems to be something i don’t really need or ever use.
it’s amazing how that is. but it’s true. at least for me it is.
one of my favorite bedroom pictures above.
you saw it before in a post . . . pre ~ hacker ~ robot!
what more is needed pray tell?
you might say right along with the marine . . .
what has a life long minimalist got to get rid of?
why would i think i need to get rid of even more?
well . . . it hit home again last week.
twice as a matter of fact last week.
and once again just yesterday afternoon.
the loud screaming of the tornado sirens heard in my city.
warning us of a tornado overhead or coming toward us.
we all know what to do by now. it’s absolutely routine if you live here very long.
courtesy:bobbypane channel9news storm chaser
this beauty. they truly are beautiful. deadly so. and this one was a baby one.
that one passed to the south of us and destroyed homes in its path yesterday.
and managed to eventually kill two people in different towns . . .
before it was through.
and it was only an F2 or early F3 they think.
below . . .
what WERE her things.
it just drove home to me again something relevant to all of our lives
here . . . or anywhere . . . and always.
whatever part of the world in which we live . . .
whatever we have could ALL be gone tomorrow.
it’s not wise to get overly attached to THINGS! it just isn’t!
especially now that natural disasters seem to becoming more and more
prevalent. just ask the people fleeing the horrendous fires in canada.
it will definitely put things into perspective for you
it’s wonderful to have a house full of beautiful things if that’s what you like.
but the more you’re attached to what you have . . .
and the more things you have to be attached to . . .
and so many of all those things you feel you just can’t ever live without . . .
the more devastating is your sense of loss if you lose them.
you see people sifting through piles of rubble trying to find certain stuff that was
everything to them. and it’s long gone. it’s a sad but simple fact of life . . .
NOTHING is forever. much less material things. beautiful though they were.
all we truly have is what is kept in our hearts. our minds. our memory.
it’s not in dust covered knick knacks and boxes and boxes of things stored
everywhere . . .
and never looked upon unless you move! or die!
and then when you do die . . . somebody else who loved you and misses you
has to look upon it and figure out what to do with it. they don’t want it.
they have their OWN stuff! LOLOL!
it’s all sorta like a hamster wheel old bean . . . isn’t it?
most people’s lives nowadays.
always runnin’ for those things! or runnin’ to pay for those things.
i just simplify and let the sunlight and the fresh clean air
roam about this space and these walls in my tiny wren house.
i even like hearing all those words.
it’s all good. it just simply is. and it makes me calm. and joyous.
it FEELS so spacious in here in spite of its tiny size. and it is.
because there is so little in it. just the right amount. LAGOM!
just living the authentic empty cup life i live.
not the one i wish i lived. or that i might live someday.
the one i DO live! finally!! right now!
i used to be so bad about not doing that old bean.
i had lived a certain way with bob.
that ended. my life changed.
but i was still thinking i lived or had to live that same way.
it took me seemingly forever to even be able to cook for ONE!
a huge difference right there old bean. to make that discovery for yourself.
it took me a good many years after bob died to discover that truth for myself.
to live my authentic life!
and now the little wren house closet is empty enough that come that next
tornado again . . . and it will come
because this is spring in oklahoma . . . and that’s how it is . . .
i can just put on my bicycle helmet
and get the satchel with my prescription meds and my important papers
and one change of clothing
and my tooth brush! LOL
QUE SERA SERA!
the peculiar thing about this light way of living . . .
once you try it and decide to live simply with just enough of what matters
and only what is useful and really truly beautiful to you . . .
you will find . . . it’s amazingly addictive! cindi has discovered that!
it just feels SO GOOD to give things away! to others who might need it!
to lighten your load!
you’ll find that . . . more and more . . . you want to live with even less.
it’s such fun to clear out!
to give to others!
to make room for the light and the fresh air to roam through!
good grief. shall i use just ONE MORE exclamation point? LOLOL!
it’s a party! a mini living party old bean!
but heck. you know me so well by now.
you KNOW i can’t help but find it fun and i just love to talk about it.
that’s all. i appreciate your kindness in humoring me for these posts.
i just have to do them!
it’s all part of the incredible lightness of being.
of leaving a small quiet footprint on this planet.
it’s the remarkable art of mini living.
it will always be your LIFE and those LIVES you love that really count the most.
we all know . . . it’s never EVER the things.
til soon old bean!