Ive been thinking about my life (shocking) and the whole "simple living" tag. And Im not sure I qualify for the 'simple' living title. I'm going to go with Simpler Living or maybe, Simply Living. Life is not simple. I don't know whose life is. Mine is not, although it is certainly a great deal simpler then it use to be. A great deal simpler then it could be.
Live below your means, give some away, lighten up, laugh more, share your light. Carve out quiet time for your soul. Do the things you love, that make you feel free. And if you don't know what that is, its time to find out. Figure out what is most important to you and put your energy there. Lots of sparkly things will catch your eye, its up to you to decide what is most important. Rock on.
Friday, January 13, 2012
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I don't think anyone really lives a simple life. Also, getting too comfortable in our language feels like we're not changing. Soon the theoreticians will swoop in and everything will become abstract. Living more simply has existed forever--"the renunciators" is a word I stumbled across this morning reading Pema Chodron's intro to her guide to The Way of the Bodhisattva. It made me think instantly of how some people think "activists" and folks like ourselves are only ever about NOT doing something, or not buying, or not eating something. That it's only ever in the negative. For some people it might be like that, even at first, and then it becomes something more. Maybe we need to get more specific with our language, while at the same time being okay with letting it go. I saw this happen before I heard the phrase: "like a drop of water on a duck's back." But when I saw it, it was stunning. The drop of water was so perfect and fluid and contoured to the duck's back. The duck seemed unaware it was even there. Within a moment, the droplet was gone, back into Lake Michigan.
ReplyDeleteSimple is a relative term. Life can always appear more simple, but then those remaining things become more and more complex. Like dirt on a windowsill, or spiderwebs on the underside of a plant. When you don't have kids screaming over a video game or a fight in the house, those extra little layers appear, and stand out pretty loudly. Loud dust, I'm sure you can imagine?
I'm trying to find my abundance, trying to find my seeking flame (more later), to give back. If I am going to give back, while it feels like I've had to go through a period of not giving back, if I'm going to start giving again, it's to the people who "make me feel free."
Love and light, sista! Peaceful warrior hug! Now go on and make some pretty shit!