I've embraced alot of simplicity in recent years: less busyness, less achievement-chasing, less stress, less stuff, less plastic, less time online. In all these areas, I've found that simplifying helps me to find the 'just enough' that feels good. But some things can't be made simple.
Stories have always seen me through the darkness. At this time of year, I tend to want to rush forwards into spring, but the power of stories is helping me to stay within nature's quiet space, with the cold and dark that's still here, a necessary part of the cycle that needs to be completed before the light and warmth can truly emerge.
Life-as-practice is inviting me again, reminding me not to separate meditation from living. By committing to daily(-ish) practices like these...