In this small cottage of ours, I had to get creative with space. This is actually the other side of Boo's bedroom. I have my laptop, my books, and a view. The only distractions are the buzz of the baseboard heater and the occasional acorn hitting the tin roof.
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. -Franz Kafka
Today I looked out at the view, and through the tree, now missing its leaves, I could see a tiny winding path on the forearm of the mountain across from me. I call it a forearm because it looks like a sleeping giant to me. This is my first time every noticing the path. Unmasked. A deep, tan cut. How much more have I missed up until this point?
I know I've said that we walked away from our old life, but what I'm discovering is that we've walked toward a new one. That's a completely different story. And sometimes I just let the story happen. There is no planning, no control, no prediction. Sark says that "being in attendance for all the variations in the ONLY path." She was talking about writing, but I think it applies to living. Just being in attendance. And sometimes that will be at a small desk, in a small room, in a small cottage, in a small town.
Love,
Ashley
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