it is early evening here as i write this.
but still daylight.
of course the window is open. just a little bit.
it’s finally sweater weather here! and it feels so good.
the neighbor’s, to the back, heater just clicked off. finally.
i can’t imagine why they’d want it so warm. it’s not even that cold outside.
but maybe they are ‘summer’ people! and well . . . then . . .
i can understand.
i think we are seasonal people. some of us dwell happier in one season than
another. for me it is autumn. and early spring. the ‘in-be-tweens.’
and actually . . . i like winter too. the bare bones season.
a stark beauty like no other.
it’s especially nice now that i DON’T HAVE TO
get out and drive to work in it. lol!
that’s probably the defining thing for most people and winter, right there.
now it is heavenly quiet. except for the clicking of this keyboard.
and a distant dog barking occasionally. which is always just music to me.
oh yes. and wajer . . . down at the end of our street.
he’s practicing on his drums in his garage. he’s getting really good ! ! !
we’re all very proud of him. he’s 15 now and so talented already.
earlier today i was thinking about my life.
i’ve been alone for a long time now.
and you might think i’d be lonely.
since i once had it so good. you know. with my bob and all.
but it’s a funny thing.
i’m not lonely at all.
there is a difference in alone and lonely.
maybe it’s merely a state of mind. but i don’t really know.
i kind of always knew i’d wind up alone, early.
i don’t know how i knew. i just did. i didn’t think about it.
it was just there. like the elephant in the room!
the only thing, though. i used to like to travel a bit.
but now? not really so much now. lots of people travel alone.
i do have favorite places i’d still like to visit again though.
and some . . . like the giant redwoods . . . and . . . carmel by the sea
for the first time.
i like the idea of traveling with one special person.
one who knows just what you like and where you’d best like to go.
and who shares your interests. and you share theirs . . .
and doesn’t trudge along because they have to. lol!
i am not a shopper. i couldn’t care less about the malls of the world.
walking all over london with my brother was my idea of heaven.
that was years and years ago. oh the parks! the pubs! the history!
the people! it was simply glorious.
and no. no noisy tour guides and groups and whistles to corral all the
senior citizens, thank you.
don’t even suggest it! lol. and yes. i know. i’m one of ’em.
i just don’t want to sit on a bus with a whole bunch of people.
even if they are really nice, great, friendly, happy people!
i don’t want to be strenuously “entertained” by a 30’s something girl
or guy who is being paid to not let a single moment of quiet contemplation
ensue. i do not like “planned” activities. i like plenty of freedom to explore
and time to simply . . . be.
until i go with someone special. or get enough nerve to want to go
by myself . . . and that’s not too likely i think, in the chaos the world
seems to be loving right now . . .
besides. i think i really am a hobbit.
i’ll just stay and keep the cozy home fires burning.
if there was ever a motto or a guiding rule for my life . . .
it would be my favorite few lines from a man i admire.
william henry channing.
i’m sure you’ve read his words before. they mean a great deal to me.
they are about my small life.
and they are what minimalism is to me.
he called these words his symphony.
isn’t that beautiful? a symphony to live by.
i’ve come to think of it as my symphony too.
or . . . maybe a better way to say it . . .
it’s a symphony that i aspire to!
always a work in progress you know.
here it is . . .
to live content with small means.
to seek elegance rather than luxury.
and refinement rather than fashion.
to be worthy, not respectable.
and wealthy. not rich.
to listen to stars and birds . . . babes and sages . . . with open heart.
to study hard.
to think quietly.
bear all cheerfully.
do all bravely.
await occasions . . . hurry never.
in a word . . .
to let the spiritual unbidden and unconscious
grow up through the common.
this is my symphony.
the picture is not of my home.
but it is my table. and i have the same chairs. only mine are
a creamy old looking white.
i chose this picture because it represents what i value.
and my tree friend right outside . . . saying hello.
my life is
a small content life.
and i am grateful.