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
I’m wondering if being in the wondering you speak of – is not in itself that place of harmony, of well-being, of less is more, of being caught up, of unencumbered, of perpetual peace.
I feel you in that sacred space.
And from that vantage place, from the Magician’s Quadrant, those puzzle pieces easily glide together and a big smile fills my face. I come in touch with the deep non-seriousness of this journey in the midst of its possible import….and I breathe and listen to the robin’s spring song … and my smile gets even larger.
This is beautiful Tamar…you’ve become quite the writer! This one, in particular, rests well with me this morning…thank you, Bonnie