Hope lives in a tiny house: a tiny story

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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Land acknowledgement: I respectfully recognize that I live on the original lands of Anishinaabe, Cree, Oji-Cree, Dakota and Dene peoples, and on the homeland of the Métis Nation.

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