Today I've been creating little corners in the world where I can relax. Actually, I've been searching for nooks and crannies to hole up in a lot lately. I needed a fresh start...and so I finally cleaned my "writing room" and have cleared out all the dust and dead molecules that have accumulated over the course of this long school year.
Now the air is mine to breath in my own thoughts. My desk at this angle, has a downward tilt to the north. This old house slants, but it feels kind of good the way it makes my chair swivel slightly to the left, just perfectly in the direction of the keyboard.
And when I get tired of writing I might take a nap on the futon or maybe read that book by Gabrial Garcia Marquez. I might draw in my journal or read magazines or do nothing at all except day dream.
The window is open and my little cat is sitting on the sill. I'm listening to a cd a friend made of Edith Piaf and the wind blowing through baby maple leaves. I'm drinking the best cappuccino that I've had in a long time.
Tonight I'll need to go to work (more on that later), but for now..............
I think I might actually be relaxed........my gosh, what a strange sensation.