In a world that strives for more, this is Freedom.
In doing less, in being less I have found freedom.
We were sold the lie of more is better, have more, be more, want more, do more.
At the ripe age of 40 I see through the veil.
The end to suffering is taking off the layers of everything we’ve been told.
Entering 40 single, without children, without a physical home that I own, I sat with how I felt about this.
Initially I was overcome with sadness, with a deep grief that I had not birthed a child. An ache that I didn’t have another human to share this weird and wonderful life with. A fear of insecurity of not having a physical home to rest in.
I sat in this suffering for quite some time.
I spent two months completely on my own far far away from home in another country. Mainly walking in mountains alone.
At times the pain arose as sickness, a purging of what was, what was thought and what may never be. I felt it all.
On the other side of this came great peace and contentment. A deep presence.
A presence with the present moment and everything in it. There became less attachment with the human needs and desires most of us carry.
A steadyness within and without the self.
Sure there are times throughout the cycle of human life when my hormones tell me that I want sex, a nest and a baby. And there are other times when it is simply not desired.
In this picture you see here is the beginning of a small humble shed that will soon become my home base for a time. There is no attachment to it and yet something so deeply precious as I have a feeling it will be the beginning of a new phase in this life for me. A springboard of illusionary security for a time.
I am so deeply grateful to those that have supported me along the way and for my deep surrendering into what is.
Thank you and may we rest in being less and doing less.
