Minimalism by Design
Minimalism Symposium: Stories of more and less
Minimalism is generally thought of as a lifestyle choice one makes, one that involves the shedding of superfluous material encumbrances, retaining only the essentials necessary to enable the pursuit of a simpler but more lasting happiness.
Henry David Thoreau, a passionate minimalist, wrote in his most well-known published work, Walden, “I went into the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life.” This vision, played out in his exhortations like, “Our life is frittered away by detail. . . . Simplify, simplify,” has no doubt inspired many to seek out the simple life, to see if they could find out what it had to teach.
But in my situation, the choice was made for me. On vacation in Costa Rica in 2011, I was learning how to surf. A rogue wave caught my board, flipped it behind me, and caused it to connect with and break my neck, severely injuring my spinal cord at the C2 level. I was instantly transformed from being a healthy, active person to being (what was considered at the time) a complete quadriplegic with a prognosis of no possibility of movement or speech.
My transition to minimalism had begun. Throughout those first six critical months, I felt what I think of as a “blanket of grace” enveloping me, surrounding me with a warm sense of peace, and giving me no chance to become bitter. Instead, I quickly became accustomed to this radical change in my life, despite spending most of each day in bed in the intensive care unit on a ventilator.
One event occurred during this time that made this transition go more easily. It took the form of a dream in which I was hanging upside down, held by an unseen hand. The hand started shaking me, and I saw all my possessions, one by one, leave my body and fall into the pit. When I had nothing left, I heard a voice saying to me, “Bob, I’m not taking you home yet.”
The loss of my “stuff,” symbolic though it was, combined with what I was certain (and still am) was the voice of God, had a remarkably calming influence on me. I was at peace with the realization that I would be forever changed, bereft of not only material goods but also physical abilities to do almost anything. Leaving one life behind, having it replaced with one completely different, seemed perfectly natural to me.
By the end of the first year, my ability to speak had returned, and I was able to have limited movement in two of my limbs. Some people began to refer to me as “Miracle Bob” because of the remarkable progress I had made.
I soon learned to take pleasure in simple things, the other “stuff” I had tended to ignore previously:
- watching clouds moving silently across the sky, declaring the glory of God (Psalm 19:1)
- bending down to consider the ant, “and be wise” (Proverbs 6:6)
- rediscovering the joy of being able to read an entire book in a single day
Ah, the precious gift of time, which (for the minimalists among us) is not considered wasted when spent in fruitful contemplation and meditation.
My personal definition of minimalism would include having “just enough”:
- just enough lung capacity to allow me to breathe without a ventilator during waking hours
- just enough arm movement to turn pages in a book and to operate a wheelchair
- just enough time in each day (outside of my necessary caregiving routine) to establish a schedule of appointments, reading, computer work, and entertaining visitors
- just enough mobility, by means of wheelchair and van, to permit access to the homes of friends who have made it possible by thoughtfully constructing ramps or making other modifications
During the last eight years, I have seen my life profoundly and divinely altered. I too now find myself confronting only the essential facts of life, but in a spiritual, not temporal way. I am now driven, like Paul in Acts 20:24, to “finish my course and the ministry that I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God.”
Have I embraced my new life as a minimalist by design? No doubt, and the lasting happiness that I long for becomes a certainty, not an empty hope.Subscribe