Browsing category: Voluntary Simplicity
Seriously… Doesn’t That Look Like a Smile?
I want to show you the new frog in our pond. We’ve never seen him before this year but now he seems to be always nearby… usually basking in the sun on a big rock or in the grass at the edge of the pond. He’s easily recognizable because this is a smiling frog.
Visual Proof That Nothing Is Impossible
My husband was digging under yet another enormous tree stump and cutting roots. I was pulling out roots as he cut them, but one smallish root seemed to be unusually heavy and I was finding it very difficult to pull.
A Toad in the Hand
This time of year the ground is still pretty cold here, and it’s not unusual to find toads buried deep into the soil. If we have any digging to do, we dig very cautiously.
It’s Been a Long Time Coming…
It’s been a long time coming, but I THINK spring is finally here. The snow is completely gone… EVERYWHERE…
What Living in the Moment Means To Me
The concepts of living in the moment and appreciating the uniqueness of now can sound too weirdly complicated to be a good fit in our aggressively busy world.
Note That This Journey is Uniquely Yours
“Note that this journey is uniquely yours, no one else’s. So the path has to be your own…”
Coping with a Power Outage
Reader question… “We found ourselves in a situation without electrical power for two days last week after the ice storm downed power lines in our neighborhood. We had never experienced a power outage before and weren’t prepared. My question…”
I Think Contentment is Almost a Default Characteristic
I think contentment is almost a default characteristic. Think about how babies and small children are happy with very simple pleasures… they almost have to be taught over a period of years to want something bigger, better, “more fun.”
Procrastinating is a Habit… Nothing More
The dictionary defines procrastinating as “postponing doing something, especially as a regular practice.”
When You Give The Gift Of A Smile
Every morning I wake up with the feeling that I am being watched, and I open my eyes to see the youngest of our little five-pound dogs sitting motionless in front of me, staring at my face. If I don’t smile, she doesn’t change her position, but the minute I smile…