Living a minimal lifestyle is still new to me. It’s a steep learning curve that I’m not sure I’ll ever perfect, yet each time I learn something enlightening, I’m eager to carry on. The benefits that a more simple life can provide our family are almost limitless.
This got me thinking about where I’d most like to live out the rest of my days. Where on this great, blue planet could you live or at least escape from life in this way? Today I’ve chosen six examples that would do it for me. Let’s take a look:
Ever since I heard the beautiful tones of Loreena Mckennit singing the song; ‘Marrakesh Night Market’, I’ve been in love with the idea of treading those dusty, sandy streets. There’s something about the thought of a sultry evening, surrounded by snake charmers, henna, belly dancers and street food that’s wonderfully exotic and tantalisingly simple.
Naturally most notable for a certain red-coated man with a bushy white beard, Lapland is a place that has inspired me since childhood. As a small girl Lapland was about the magic of Santa, of fairy tales and snowflakes.
As I’ve grown through adolescence and on into adulthood however, it’s transformed into an ideal. One of simple pleasures, a crisp, clear landscape with stars glittering in an aurora-kissed sky. To me, the idea of Lapland holidays are simply irresistible and magical.
Ever since Dorky Mum set sail for Tasmania, I’ve been enthralled with her accounts of life there. Her blog is daily brimming full of the simple flow of life down under and it seems so far removed from what I’m used to in the UK.
I wonder what it’s like in the southern hemisphere. How odd it must feel to have Christmas in the middle of summer and to don your winter woollies in June. I imagine it’s a mixture of excitement and the idea of a new start. Everything is different and you have to learn customs, cultures, all over again.
Wild, windy and full of discoveries. I’ve told myself for a very long time that if I ever had the means to, I would pack up, leave and go live on one of those remote sea islands. To feel the wind ripping through the air and hear the roar of waves as they crash upon cliffs and rocky bays must be electric and exhilarating in equal measure.
I can see myself now at a scrubbed wooden desk, beneath a window that over-looks the distant horizon. Nothing before me but pen, paper, a steaming mug of tea and the sound of the natural world. I would give anything to be in that place, that time, this very moment.
I don’t discuss faith and religion much on this blog, purely because I find it causes too many arguments. However I freely admit that I don’t believe in a ‘supreme being’. I guess my mind is too logical and needs some form of proof before I’m convinced of anything. I do however have a deep, spiritual vein running through me that I can’t quite turn off and Buddhism is something I’m most interested in.
Lumbini is said to be the birthplace of Siddhartha Gautama, the Lord Buddha. It stands within the foothills of the Himalayas and is currently being developed as a Buddhist pilgrimage centre. With the practice of Buddhism relating to simplicity and letting go, it seems to be to be the perfect place to start practicing.
Lastly we turn to Iceland. I don’t think there’s anywhere on the planet where the landscape is more breath-taking. Geysers, glaciers, mud-pools, volcanos, waterfalls – it’s a land alive. Imagine running across the open landscape formed through a millennia of volcanic activity, the aurora borealis overhead and the clean, unpolluted air filling your lungs.
Then there’s the culture, the Norse mythology and amazing musicians like Sigur Ros and Bjork. No wonder they’re so good at what they do. They live surround by inspiration.