Recently someone told me that every morning before she gets out of bed she makes a mental list of ten things for which she is grateful. Coming up with ten gets her thinking beyond the usual food, clothing, shelter. Before my mother got up she always expressed three, gratitude for her health, family and her life situation. I’ve settled on seven, the first three of course being my mom’s.
I feel very content with this day. It’s not just the solitude and silence but also the variety of activities that I can choose from. I have things to do, some that are necessary to keep my life going, and others that I want to do.
This gets me wondering about my desire for simplicity. Simplicity isn’t synonymous with nothingness, but with some kind of ease that has to do with desire more than degree of effort or complication. Hum, I’m off for a walk to ponder this complex idea.