February 4, 2025

Certified Simple







You may be certified simple - in a good way - if you engage in a variety of actions that establish your credentials as a serious simplitista.

This certification honours a lifestyle that values simplicity, sustainability, and mindfulness.

For example, if you would rather stick needles in your eyes than go shopping, you may be certifiably simple.


Other signs to watch out for are if you

- grow some of your own food,

- have a composting system,

- have fewer possessions as the years go by,

- try to acquire things you need in the following order, 

Borrow, barter, rent if applicable, find for free, buy used, buy new on sale, and last resort, buy new full price,

- interrupt a walk to pick up rubber bands and other useful things,

- spend more time in nature than your average bear,

- walk, bike, roll, or use public transportation when possible instead of drive,

- repair and mend clothes,

- make your own cleaning products,

- cook your food from scratch, or

- hope to have your personal possessions down to what can fit in a shoebox by the time you leave this materialistic world,


you may be certifiably simple… in a good way. 

A very good way.


Let us know how simplicity manifests in your life in a comment below. 








February 1, 2025

Mary Oliver on Winter Snow

This is what it looks like in the woods in my backyard
right now - a snowy wonderland.




Mary Oliver's poems about winter do more than just describe the season; they explore our deep connection with nature and prompt us to reflect on our place in the world. 

Oliver invites us to appreciate the quiet beauty found in the cold, the stillness, and the brief moments of winter.

Whether you feel peace or sadness during this time, her poetry encourages us to value the meaningful experiences that winter brings and to recognize the fleeting nature of life itself.


First Snow by Mary Oliver

The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.

The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. 

Trees glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.


The common comparison of life to a snowflake emphasizes the beauty, fragility, and uniqueness of each person's journey.

Snowflakes are temporary, existing only for a short time before melting away. 

This can serve as a reminder of the impermanence of life and the importance of living in the moment.

Life is too short to fill entirely with work and shopping and little else.

That is why when I leave the house, it is rarely to go into town, and most often is to go into the snowy woods instead.

I want to live as naturally as I can as often as I can, before I melt.



Note - I thought the ''winter snow'' part of 
my title might be redundant, until I remembered that living in Canada I have experienced spring snow, summer snow, and fall snow, in addition to winter snow.

I prefer winter snow.