Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Exoskeleton.

March 27, 2017

 

I already know how little I need to be happy, to be peaceful (in fact, less equals more room for peace). But it's so easy to focus on material stuff, because it's there. You can hold it, donate it, reform it, recycle it. 

 

But what about the other stuff? The preconceptions, the judgements, the expectations, the anxieties, the uncertainties? We don't have to expect the worst, but we so often do (I so often do), because that's the default, just like it's the default to buy a bigger/better house/car/wardrobe with a step up in income. 

 

But there's no rule telling us we *have* to define our lifestyle by a generous paycheck. Nor do we have to let our fears and cynicisms ruin the simple structure of our days. 

 

I don't know how many times I've told myself that I was just going to start asking for what I want/need, and not say yes (or no) when I didn't want to, not make promises I couldn't keep, or redefine the truth to make myself fit in. 

 

Well, now I'm not only telling myself, I'm telling those in the world whom I'm lucky enough to have reading these letters. I feel, at long last, as though it's time to drop the rusty iron curtain protecting me from, what, myself? Peace? Sleep? Simplicity? Ease? 

 

Let's find out. 

 

 

 

 

 

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