As I post this, I find myself blundering through the budding stage of my very own quest for simplicity. This quest has kind of snuck up on me. I didn't really recognize it until last night. The symptoms, though, have been showing themselves here and there(in me), for a while.

I'm finding myself day-dreaming and dreaming less about urban life, and more about foresty places, and country hostels.
I keep cleaning my desk and closet out over and over, searching for more stuff to get rid of.
I feel claustrophobic in my heavily-decorated room.
I've started to avoid buying new stuff.
Sleeping outside is becoming a habit.
I hardly listen to music in the car anymore.
I spend all the time I can outside.
I'm not following any shows this season (though that will change as soon as The Office comes back on, I must admit).
When I watch TV, it is often muted, and after periods of an hour or two, I get tired of it.
The sky and the ocean are on my mind a whole lot. (Think about how simple they are: just blue, and big, both of them).

A few days ago, I read something on someone's blog about simplicity, and how that is what we (church people) miss most after mission trips, and religious retreats. That article helped me recognize this growing desire in myself. I no longer want to be busy all the time. I want to take it slow, and have time to talk, think, and dream. I love finding places like that around me now, but I really would like to go somewhere so beautiful, and so unfamiliar that it scares, shocks, and excites me all at once.

Just some silly thoughts.

Lydia