I think I must have been born in the wrong century.

Here I am in the midst of a storm, the power flicking on and off and I’m just as happy as a clam. Sure internet would be nice but I’m loving the light cast by my oil lamps and candles. I’m relishing the opportunity to curl up in bed with a book. Every time the power comes back on my heart sinks a little.

Such things make me think… why dont I turn things off more often. It shouldn’t take a storm and a power cut to plunge me into a world which I am totally in love with. A world without home theater and Facebook. A world with books, with a Djembe, a Kalimba and early nights.

While I dont have the answers right now, I do know that I am on the right path in trying to simplify my life and ever aspect of it.