wanting

Coming home after a trip, unpacking, doing laundry, seeing all the stuff to put away...I think, so much of my brain clutter is about "stuff". I spend too much time thinking about the stuff I want + where to put the stuff I have. The recognition is nauseating.

All of this stuff feels like a drag- a literal drag- on my body. Walking around on our trip with all that I needed in my backpack felt light. It's always a surprise to feel that I have what I need just there. At the same time, I recognize that we were dependent on things like bedding + dishes being provided in the places we stay. 

We are incredibly fortunate to also experience peace + freedom + safety + access to shelter + clean water + food + togetherness. We have so, so much.

When it comes to stuff, I want to love what I have. I want for my stuff to feel like me, but there can be less of it. Less to move, to store, to care for, to protect, to look at around the house.

I want "less". I want beauty. I want space to notice light + shadow, flavor, love + kindness. This is what I truly want + there is nothing stopping me from "less". I can afford "less". I have enough time for "less". I can experience life this way.

Love,
Jane