Stories of Simplicity

Do you have a story you could share about your personal exploration of the simple life?

Was there a moment when you realized that it was ‘the simple things’ in life that matter most?

What do you understand by ‘the simple things’?

Perhaps you would like to share some of the difficulties with simple living and how you deal with them?

Perhaps you would like to share some of the delights of simple living?

How did you come to be interested in simple living? Where has the journey taken you?

Hearing stories of simplicity can be inspiring and enlightening, even – or especially – if they are about the simplest of life experiences. Sometimes those simple experiences can provide deep insight into what simplicity means. Sometimes they can just make people smile. Furthermore, putting your experiences into words can be a good way of deepening your own understanding of simplicity, and may also be of benefit to others too.

Do you have a story of simplicity? Please share by posting a comment below.

You may also be interested in reading the comments on a past post, asking ‘What Does the Simple Life Mean to You?’

One Response to “Stories of Simplicity”

  1. Last year I volunteered on the Worawa Project. Worawa is an aboriginal girls college near Healesville. The founder of the school, Hyllus Maris, wrote a poem that embodies indigenous spirituality; the girls recite it every morning:

    I am a child of the Dreamtime people
    Part of this land like the gnarled gum tree
    I am the river softly singing chanting our songs on the way to the sea
    My spirit is the dust devil’s mirages that dance on the plains
    I am the snow, the wind and the falling rain
    I am part of the rocks like the red desert earth
    red as the blood that flows through my veins
    I am eagle, crow and snake
    that glide through the rain forest that clings to the mountain side
    I am awakened here when the earth was new
    there was emu, womabt, kangaroo and no other man of ‘differen’ hue
    I am this land this land is me
    I am Australia

    Last weekend a friend from the City of Melbourne asked me to give a speech on the importance of cultural heritage at an Eritrean community graduation ceremony.

    I happily volunteered and was able to share some of my own story – speaking on identity, memory, connection to place and I recited the poem.

    Sharing – simply sensational!

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