Rationale — Part II

Regarding Minimalism

My household is more an example of a house that would belong to a hoarder (and not a very organized one at that). Our family is anything but minimalist. As I sit here typing, the dining table alone  is covered with mail delivered some time over the past week (or longer), super hero thank-you cards scattered on on corner that my eldest daughter brought in this evening, a mostly-empty water bottle the same daughter contributed, a wide-tooth comb, several infant toys that one or both infant twins played with sometimes since yesterday, some sunflower seed butter from a package intended to help families in need but is foisted on us by a teacher who probably doesn’t want kids in actual need in her class to feel bad because our daughter wasn’t originally accepting them, a gift card for a local big box store, a remote control helicopter (also belonging to my eldest), some finger-food crunchy things for our daughters to try, a started and forgotten feel-good card my eldest had the best of intentions with, an infant blanket thrown over the back of one of the chairs, someone’s clean socks….  And this is a “good” day in terms of clutter1. Continue reading

Rationale — Part I

Regarding Taoism

I’ve been “researching” Taoism since about 1994, when I was going through a tumultuous pivot point in my life.  I was trying to get into someone’s head at the time to smooth over a series of pointed arguments we’d had, knew this person had been told to read “The Tao of Pooh” (but never confirmed it had indeed been read) and picked it up to see if anything could be ferreted out about the situation third hand.

Like most people, I’d heard of any number of “Tao of…” book titles popular at the time and I’d written Taoism off largely as New Age mumbo jumbo meant to benefit the pocketbooks of the authors more than the lives of their readers, so I approached Benjamin Hoff’s book with a healthy dose of skepticism.

Much to my surprise, in spite of being fairly light-weight and easy to consume, I actually dug what I was reading.  I probably read the borrowed book three or four times before returning it to its owner and when it didn’t help me to understand the situation I was going through any better… promptly forgot about it.
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