Sweet Freedom

Sat at an ice cream parlour of a large shopping mall in the outskirts of Paris, I find myself (as always 🙃) lost in my own thoughts...

Despite being mid November and already cold outside, I chose to treat myself to an ice cream 🤷🏻‍♀️

'Treat yourself!' said my husband when he left me at the mall... 

Treat myself to what??? Material possessions? Stuff I do not need just because I have some time to wander around shops?

Some might think that being at a large retail centre, just over a month away from the Christmas craze, is a shopping heaven!

For me it actually creates a sense of overwhelm. I feel completely lost around big retail outlets. 

I was not always like this though. Growing up in a city, I was certainly accustomed with spending weekends wondering around shopping centres.

But the past couple of years have led me along a really interesting path... the path of detachment from material possessions.

Don't get me wrong, I do like 'things'... in particular good quality 'things'. I love interior décor, hand crafts, well made clothing, etc.

But.... despite appreciating such items, I do not feel the need to purchase them! I have everything I need 💙🙏

I do not need another ornament, bag, blouse, notebook... anything!

'Wowww... how funny that once upon a time I would have given anything to be able to have the financial means to buy 'stuff' and yet now that I can, I do not feel the slightliest interest in doing so' ... I found myself thinking 🤔 💭

My treat was an ice cream! Slowly and mindfully savoured. To me this was pure bliss! I felt free from the materialist, consumerism 'machine'.... A sweet freedom indeed!

I do not need material possessions or the dopamine kick of buying stuff to feel deeply content. My heart is so full with pure joie de vivre that I no longer need external sources of happiness because, I know and feel now, that the deepest, purest happiness comes from within!

I am truly free, my Spirit... my Soul singing of joy for getting to this destination ✨️💙✨️

Sara 💙

'What do you suppose will satisfy the Soul, except to walk free, and own no superior.'

Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman