While out walking with a friend yesterday morning, we came upon this pretty horse. All alone, searching for tasty grass to chew, the horse completely ignored us. My friend said, "Do you think that horse is supposed to be there?" We had never seen a horse quite so close to the trail before. He was perfect and a delight to my eyes. His simple mission and the way he ignored us seemed somehow encouraging.
Later, I met a friend for lunch at a scruffy little deli in old Littleton. Sometimes where I live and where my friend lives further south, there are only "cool looking" people and it gets a bit tiresome. At the old deli, there were customers of all ages, a blind young man, construction workers, young mothers, and us. I ate a very ordinary tuna sandwich and drank a glass of lemonade. After we ate, we walked up and down Main Street, popping into the shops where lovely handmade things are sold.
I'm reading Nella Last's War. Lynn from All Things Bright and Beautiful told me about it. Things had to be simple and spare during World War II. With rations and shortages in the 1940's, it makes sense that in the 1950's people wanted to live with abundance.
But what about now? Is all our materialism choking us? Are we missing the simple free pleasures and gifts? Lately, I've been longing for simple. What does simple look like to you? A free spirited brown horse? A beat up old deli?
But what about now? Is all our materialism choking us? Are we missing the simple free pleasures and gifts? Lately, I've been longing for simple. What does simple look like to you? A free spirited brown horse? A beat up old deli?
