Isn't it ironic that in search of simplicity--my ongoing Discardia and all--I seem to "need" more books about simplicity? (Mind you, I have books on the subject I bought in the 1960s...and 70s...and...)
I am terribly tempted by "A Handmade Life: In Search of Simplicity"...and just got Breathing Room recently. And glad I did.
And absolutely LOVING Andy Couturier's A Different Kind of Luxury:Japanese Lessons in Simple Living and Inner Abundance.
A lifelong interest in Japan, China, and India and other ancient cultures makes that one a natural...combined with the simplicity and creativity of the people in this book, I find myself drawn to ancient craftsmanship all over again.
Making tea on my little pottery majmar from Morocco, cooking in our tagine, binding books, culturing food, growing a garden, printing fabric, hand sewing, making my own art supplies...
And so, I am treating myself to reading breaks daily. And find myself more and more inspired to get rid of excess Stuff.
I am, however, going to be crowded out of house and home, and finding time to read all this is problematical.
Not to mention time to listen to my various meditation CDs...