I like to give myself a reality check often. This week I pondered how happy could I be with only a few possessions. I was pleased to see how few things would make me content. I don’t believe I’m attached to things. I like things, and I like having things, but I know deep down, that they don’t mean all that much. For example, if I break a special Halloween item (the horror!), I get sad for about 5 seconds and think “oh well.” BUT, there are a few things I would take with me on a deserted island or if I had to live in my car. One of which is the greatest book I ever bought, which I picked up in Stockbridge, MA at a Harvest Fest a couple weeks ago: “The Art of Beatrix Potter.” See a few examples of the works collected in this wonderful out of print book:
Currently, I’d say this is THE book I’d keep with me. It inspires me and delights me greatly. I find her work sort of effortless looking. Sweet and simple, and a treat to look at. I could look at this book forever. I’d also keep the new Grover doll I bought in NY in the spring. I’m not a big doll collector, much less stuffed animals, but he reminds me of my childhood and all the happiness he and other Muppets like him gave to me. I become instantly happy when I look at him. INSTANTLY! I’d probably keep one or two key pieces of jewelry that mean something to me…and of course pencils and a sketchbook, for obvious reasons. That’s it. Oh–and my cat shoes. They give me instant joy when I look at them too!
What few things would you take on a deserted island? (And I’m not talking, matches, wood, and water. Let’s pretend that stuff is there. I mean luxury items.)