The Push

I always wondered what it would be like to finally
feel organized – as in arranged in a systematic way – a place for everything and everything in its place – an order to the things of life – resulting in – what Feng Shui masters might refer to – as pure harmony.

I always wondered what it would be like to finally create a Zen like simplicity – in my home and life – a freedom from complexity – as each drawer, cupboard or mental thought releases with a soft open and close hinge – resulting in the kind euphoria – usually limited to the sensation of love or lust but for me – the simple wellbeing of a well placed life.

I always wondered what it would be like to finally create a life and style where less is more and more is less and the gauge of things – as in furniture – is measured by what I can move with my own hands, feet and the help of my gliders – where a simple push – with ten fingers or less – moves furnishings from one wall or room to another with no strain, stress or physical effort.

I always wondered what it would be like to finally feel caught up – as in – on top of – my emails, bills, lists, calls, correspondence, mailings, printing, writing, reading and the most basic – minimum daily requirements for a well lived life.

I always wondered what it would be like to finally sleep at night, unencumbered by the weight of debt – as in the kind of mortgage where a palace becomes it’s own kind of prison and the passage out feels more like a bridge across forever.

I always wondered what it would be like to finally achieve a state of perpetual peace – a footprint so light that I could get lost without a compass – where a fresh fallen snow brushes clean – past fantasies or desires for anything more then the weight of my own presence.

Lead line “I always wondered what it would be like to finally…” by C. Lispector