It’s interesting, I think. When I started this Minimal Challenge, I would not have considered sitting in the depths of my shoe closet fighting the spiders over my rubber boots to be a spiritual journey. I’m still not sure I would consider climbing Mt. Laundry, or raging against the current economy to be a religious experience.
However, our little blog here had the honor of being referenced yesterday in an interesting post on Simplicity, Minimalism, and the Ancient Ascetic.
It’s not that I disagree with Professor Caraher. Perhaps there is something ascetic about minimizing. I just think it is interesting that he has arrived at this conclusion, when the most challenging part of my journey has not been giving away my material goods, but giving up my pilgrimage to the coffee stand every day.
I will admit that I arrived at a free afternoon for soul-searching the other day, but I have to wonder … is this thing he calls ascetism the cause or the result of the Minimal Challenge?
I’m not sure I have the capacity to ponder that question at the moment. I need to go find one of this family’s four towels so I can take a shower, using the newly-purchased bar of soap, since we effectively managed to decimate the left-over body scrubs from bygone days of throwing our money at random “stuff” that smells good.
It may not be deep, but it is my reality at the moment.