22 February, 2008


At home, an abundance of books and papers overlays the heavy furniture I inherited from my grandparents. A perfectly simple room, with one perfect object to meditate on, remains a dream until I step outside, onto the Plains. A tree. A butte. The sunrise. It always makes me wonder: What is enough? Are there enough trees here? As always, it seems that the more I can distinguish my true needs and my wants, the more I am shocked to realize how little is enough.

- Kathleen Norris (Dakota)

What a truly articulate thought and realization! I would love to write more about it, but I fear I would ruin the quote that is enough with the clutter that seems to fill my head...

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