I sit at the computer on my kitchen bar, and next to me hangs the framed mantra
"All I Need is
All I Have
and All I Have
is All I Need"
This is so true. Every time I think of buying something for myself or for my house, I ask myself what I would give up to bring this new purchase into my life. And I realize that there I nothing that I already have that I am prepared to part with to make room for this new 'thing' and thus how can I possibly need it. That way I can look around my wardrobe, around my home and appreciate what is already there.
With great affection the other day, I took an old cut lace tablecloth that my mother-in-law handed down to me when Rudy and I were first married, and put it on my garden table. Sure, the white of it has a slight yellowishness and the embroidery is fraying in places, but the cotton is soft to the touch and it embraces the table rather than lying there stiffly. The soft afternoon light and gentle lake-breezes freckle the cloth and pine-needles and sycamore serve as decorations. This simple fabric carries with it memories of the early days of our marriage, when it was the only tablecloth we owned. I like this piece of aged cloth.