Greg’s Notes: A bunch of the room descriptions were unfinished. Here are some of the notes and semi-written ones.
THE LIBRARY
First room, filled with books. Haphazard. Relics of many meaning-searching days gone by. Real Estate. Wealth. Nutrition. Exercise. Each one starting from the outside and looking in. But that’s not where the problems lie.
THE COUNTRY KITCHEN
Sunflowers. I’ve always liked them. They’re such a happy flower, don’tcha think? Unfortunately, the repercussions of “liking them” and choosing to splatter them all over my kitchen were highly unsuspected. Mid-way through, I was facing a kitchen that looked nothing like me – kitchy and flowery, at home in a rural farmhouse maybe but not in my space – it stuck out like a sore thumb admidst the rustic and worn, yet appropriately welcoming (home-like) nature of the remainder of my house. What to do?
THE DINING ROOM
Just perfect, is all I’ve got to say. The table is worn – one I’ve had my eye on for a long time. The frame is too – housing an unusual photo of a tree with leaves, viewed from the perspective of the ground looking upward.
THE YOGA SANCTUARY
This area sprang out of almost nowhere, yet from everywhere all at once. Got into yoga to quiet the mind, was reading this book about the right yoga area. At the same time, casual living room becoming more and more filled such that yoga was simply not the primary focus or amenability of the room, especially since we had to lug a 4-ton couch out of the way every time we wanted to fully recline into relaxation pose. Not very conducive to the “peace of mind and spirit” – if you ask me.
EPILOGUE
As C.S. Lewis says, my greatest failing was not wanting too much, but wanting too little.
