Tuv R,
It’s Sunday night back home over the Hudson and I’m coming down from a long weekend away. I spent a lot of my time in the cozy room in the photos above trying to stay awake and be present even when my head was heavy with ache. Surrounded by a loving community, engaged in the quest to make sense of the lives we lead, we worked hard together. I’m glad that by next week I’ll be back, sitting across from Sandie unpacking my powerful experience on the mat.
At the moment, I’m back in my pjs digesting and catching up on American Idol and our strange world of politics. I am anchored on my couch anticipating what the white wall in front of me will be transformed into tomorrow when a new wall unit will be assembled by West Elm pros before my eyes. I have boxes of my CD, Dvd, even VHS tapes from past lives to hold on to or dump. Of course you would land on the DUMP IT ALL side. Me, not so fast. Let’s see what happens tomorrow when familiar pieces get to live in a new space and offer me fresh perspectives.
Fresh perspectives… hmmm… I like that. Maybe I’m back from Shalom Mountain with an invitation to consider what can be exciting about life as I don’t know it… with you somewhere near… I keep returning to this poem… maybe it’s always been my mantra when it comes to us…
Digital Bonnie 
Bonnie, a beautiful poem. Hoping the new perspectives give new meanings to precious objects.
Thanks Bob, can’t wait to see what happens today and share it.
Always with you, that’s true. I hope you found new thoughts to guide you this weekend, Bonnie. Thought of you all weekend, hoping it was good.
Good but challenging with a head cold
That space looks beautiful and serene. Good luck with the furniture tomorrow!
Will send pics
Hope the head cold is on the down side of its being. It’s hard to concentrate when breathing is a challenge. Your room looked comfy, but was the furniture really low? Sleep well in your own place tonight, my friend.
Oh no that’s the common room. Nope, the bedrooms look like bedrooms.
Reflection is a practiced art Bonnie. It shines in your words as always. New meaning to life? Well, if it means shining a light into places then that’s a real positive.
Thanks Alan. This has been a tough year adjusting to it without my partner, and I want to make it a productive one, but it’s the toughest year of my life.