When enough becomes sacred
Why I build spaces that hold a heartbeat.
I’m not interested in building big homes. I’m not interested in building small homes, either. I want to build homes that are—enough.
Not too much. Not too little. Just enough.
Enough space to gather around the dining table for a slow, meaningful meal. The perfect orientation to stand at the kitchen sink, looking out over a cutting garden—deciding which blooms you’ll bring in tomorrow to fill the house with life.
Space to breathe. To rest. To feel the seasons shift, and not miss them.
I’ve lived in houses where the dining table was never used. Where there were too many rooms, too much square footage—and somewhere in all of it,we lost the purpose of living.
A house isn’t just a collection of rooms. It’s a place where you feel the heartbeat of life. And big houses often drown that heartbeat out.
A space that’s enough invites you to notice the details—the way morning light falls across the wide plank floors, the sound of a wooden screen door clapping shut on a warm summer evening, and a single beautiful chair tucked perfectly in the corner of a quiet room.
When I build, I’m not chasing size. I’m revealing presence.
A home that’s enough holds you close. Every square foot has a purpose. Every detail speaks. Nothing is wasted.
That’s the kind of life I want to build, too.
Not a life that’s big and busy—but a life that’s just enough to be beautiful.
Reflection for You
What are you holding onto that no longer serves you?
What might it feel like to let go—and build a life that’s enough?
It is funny, because I have used this term in a different way, but maybe it is the same? In the US, there is this constant drive to have more. Bigger ....more. More than I had. More than the other guy. Because, why? Because in the US society this makes me "better?" "More successful?" For what? To reach the end of life and say ..... look at all this.... stuff? SO, I say, when do we have enough .... stuff, or money .... .and say I want to live, a simple life. Like Thoreau, in the woods. To live life more simply. "I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." I think your house in your vision .... is like a metaphor for this. Keep writing from the heart dear brother ..... it is a true gift.