No room of my own but, yes, tonight an hour to myself. Buddy's gone downstairs to have a glass of whisky with our neighbour, leaving me all alone here to enjoy the lovely quietness of our little flat. Somehow, it was just what I needed. That silence. Maybe not the breezy hilltop I was dreaming of yesterday or the day before but, the quietness and stillness. Bud can be quiet too, of course. But generally, he's a chatterbox and, anyway, a girl just needs some time to herself sometimes. In my case, quite often, really.
In fact, when I do get an hour to myself, there are often so many things I want to do to make the most of that hour that the hour's up before I've really started to get a hold on it...
Anyway, tonight I sat on my futon settee and meditated for twenty minutes, inwardly chanting a long mantra that's supposed to be good for healing and gradually feeling a sense of calm coming over me, a sense of ease and lightness. The sharp sensation in my throat hasn't gone away but it felt just right. And now I'm making myself a cup of tea, have quickly checked my e-mail and found one there from Mum (what would the world be without Mum?) and am going to post this and get right back to my Room with a View.
Bye
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