My Writing Space
If I were to design a writing space from scratch, I couldn’t create a space more perfect than the one my grandmother left to me. To top it off, it’s a chilly, rainy day and my tea is brewed. Amen.
Am I procrastinating getting to work on my next memoir chapter? Why, yes. Yes I am. It’s nearly noon, and I have yet to ring my Tibetan singing bowl, the one that tells my head and heart it’s time to “center down,” time to seek memories and make meaning.
“How good it is to center down!
To sit quietly and see one’s self pass by!”
— Author and civil rights leader Howard Thurman
Instead I’m taking pictures of my cat.
And now I’ve started a blog post.
Happy Saturday to you.