Another rainy day. I’m sitting in my office downstairs looking out the window to the lake. Geese and ducks were flying in and out and even it’s gloomy outside, there is a sense of tranquility. This is an ideal spot for the desk. It reminded me of my childhood room facing the street. It’s behind the family restaurant that my parents run and after the busydinner hours, I can still remember my dad, the cook and others sitting around at the street corner, chatting, smoking trying to get a breeze in the summer night. That image will stay with me forever even though the house may be on the verge of being torn down to build high rise now. And my dad is long gone and mother is in the nursing home. Time changes and the world changes, but memories stay.
I read somewhere that says the journal writers all have the secret hope that someone will read their journal in the future. That’s not true. I don’t hope that someone will read this when I”m gone. This is just a place where I come to park my thoughts when I need to let them out, whether they will be read or not, is not the purpose. In fact, I would love that this is private and stays private. But I’m too lazy to do it in a restrictive way either by location or means. Web is the best medium for me.
This also plays into my decision for a good GTD system. It has to include the web in some way. It’s where I feel comfortable in.
Just can’t get over this. This location is the writer’s heaven. Ducks are happy in the water right now. Oh, heaven!
I stayed up and read “Living a Beautiful Life’ by Alexandra Stoddard. Ritual is the word that she uses quite a lot. Building beautiful riturals to enhance your surroundings and your life. Yeah, I remember that. And I have forgotten it for a while. Yesterday, I was looking at the books on the shelves and saw all the book I love and still excite me to look at. I pulled this one out and it is so soothing just to read the grace notes in it thinking about how I can implement some of them. Flower on the desk, fragrant candles, boxes covered with pastel prints, a beautiful cup and saucer for coffee or tea. Too often, I resort to practical ways instead of paying attention to things that bring beauty to my world of senses.
Manfred was just coerced into laying on the blanket by the heater. I had to push him onto it to show him that it’s a warm place to stay. And he did. So he’s resting at my feet as I type. What can be better than this!
