Heaven

I love simplicity. 

Not that I love plainness.  There is a difference.  I can be a sort of human magpie with my Victorian picture frames and I love deep rich colors no matter whether they are ruby red, forest green or cerulean blue.  But I also love cream and white and rooms that show off each piece like it was art from a famous gallery.

The simplicity comes in as being able to do what needs to be done and having just what I need without too much that is superfluous.

If I can walk, pay the bills, am on good terms with the people in my life, and feel the blessing of a moment in my heart – life is almost perfect.

Too much of anything weighs heavy on me.  Whereas some people love having a basement full of extra clothes, I can’t rest easy knowing they are there.  While some decorate every inch of wall space, I need wide clean spaces.  The exception is my collection of photos out in North Carolina.  Fifty odd three-inch albums never seemed like much at all!

Whatever it is that makes me the way I am carries over into every aspect of life.  I would rather spend three days with one person than one week with three.  I want the intimacy of being able to really communicate at a soul deep level.  To me that is heaven.