Antique illustrated story books.
White cotton nightgowns.
Crocheted cushion covers.
This world is always tugging on us, trying to unravel us. We are constantly told what to do, what to think and believe. It may come from the government or as a motivational quote on facebook. Clothing stores (for those who don't shop online) only provide what is currently in fashion. Entertainment is shaped by popularity (although hopefully indie publishing will help to reshape this over time.) Even houses are built to a trend-driven sensibility.
In this domineering milieu, I like to surround myself as much as possible with things that reinforce who I am, or who I most want to be. They serve as spirit made visible. They are, some days when the world is too vehement, like armour, or like the comforting embrace of home. For some people, minimalism, utilitarianism, is comfort. Not for me.
I am learning to not buy what is functional, sensible, and appropriate for my basic needs. I discovered that, when I denied the longings of my physical senses, my soul also missed out on a certain richness, happiness, peace. So I am learning to save my money and wait until I find things that also fulfil the deeper needs of my soul. I want to surround myself with love and beauty. I personally believe we have an opportunity in this material existence to make music from its low frequency. To use material things for our spirit's benefit. A tea plate. An embroidered coat. A mountain. A wedding ring. Sunlight on a lake. It's not about buying stuff. It's about choosing, whenever you can, things that you love rather than only what you need. At least, that's how it is for me.
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