The House of Simple Things

I loved Rose. I can still see her in her kitchen singing while cooking, curiously scrutinizing passers-by through the window. She threw her breadcrumbs on her doorstep to attract birds and talked to old black and white photos. This beautiful old woman who had lived through everything, including war, seemed so out of place in our modern world. When she left, she left “wanting to want”. The urgence to consider with strength, joy and benevolence all that is treasure to us. An inner harmony that blooms each time her memory comes alive, bringing me back to simple things. Presence to oneself, to the loved ones, to the universe. Rose now lives in a big house between earth and sea, where there is joy and beauty in the simple little things in life. To find this place, you just have to close your eyes…