You think I am going to talk about pandas, don’t you? Well, I am not.
I am not even going to talk about plants – in this case, the delicate beginnings of the arum lilies pictured below now that summer has gone and autumn has ushered in temperatures I can live with comfortably.
I would rather talk of whittling down to the essential.
I am not talking of material minimalism to create space in a wardrobe which no longer manages to contain all your clothes once you have finally completed all laundry-related tasks.
I am speaking of the far more nebulous clutter from which we suffer as a by-product of the Information Age to which we have willingly subjected ourselves. All those opinions and must do it this way and that advice, flotsam and jetsam, and waves of muck that smells.
There is far too much nonsense floating about in the cyber-sea. Some of it is entertaining, but it does not sustain. It is the mental and emotional equivalent of fast food; it does not nourish completely. It irks us; we feel unwell. We feel better once we’re shot of it. It leaves us refreshed, with more space for new growth, where we can breathe.
©2017 Allison Wright