I admit. I’m tired.
With the over-worked and over-connected world in which we live in, it’s no wonder more and more of us are seeking pause and refuge. And refuge as derived from the French word meaning “to flee.”
A busy and successful friend just introduced me to a Japanese act of purging she was trying. The practice challenges you to sit with what you own and determine whether or not you absolutely LOVE IT. If you don’t LOVE IT, it challenges you to purge instead.
I thought how fascinating it is that every culture has a practice to convey the same thing: the desire for less and meaning. In my pursuit of Danish hygge I am learning to embrace the idea that real wealth is not what we can accumulate over time but what we have to share with others, if we LOVE IT.
Life goes by so fast that, if we’re not careful, we miss it.
I had an opportunity a few weeks back to shut off and simply be with friends. Some of them I hadn’t seen in years.
I will never forget spending long days on the farm and eating from the land.
Feeling the mug in the air from an early summer coming.
Early evenings cooking food together and honoring their sources.
Laughing and playing until our eyes closed to open again at the smell of coffee brewing.
The taste of fresh milk.
The smell of crimson strawberries.
The sweetness of old memories.
The scare of ticks on our skin.
That weeping willow.
The looking forward’s