Hope lives in a tiny house: a tiny story

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This week, a tiny story arising from some deep thoughts that came to me one morning recently as I looked around the house filled with so many things so important to me. Really? Important? Or just habit? 

One day, one day soon, maybe, I'll test my resolve to sort, chuck, donate. 

One day. 

Maybe soon... 

Maybe...


Hope lives in a tiny house

With less space to lose herself in,
she wondered whether she might inhabit her life more.
Day after day,
she watched the sun rise,
drank coffee from the same mug,
wore the same clothes
and,
slowly,
discovered
that living small
was enlarging her sense
of self,
of wonder,
of peace.


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