The Firewalk

I’m looking around my home, now filled with all of my mother’s remaining furniture and items that we’ve just retrieved from a storage unit. I feel as though I have just moved into my own home again, and there is not a room in my house that has not been affected by the acquisition of ‘more stuff.’

In my mind’s eye, I ‘d like to live a Zen-like existence: bed, table, chair, laptop and phone. Of course, that is an oversimplification, but in today’s culture I believe we are all getting fed up with the care and grooming of all the things we bought when we thought we would live forever.

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