I’ve written about this before, but my office is my favorite room in the house. Sparsely furnished, it’s full of things that I love. While writing, I often pause and look around, glancing at pictures of friends and family, or the mementos I’ve chosen for myriad reasons.
My computer is positioned directly in front of a south-facing window. I never open the blinds. As a vantage point, I’m directed to look almost solely right in front of me, yet from this vista, I still have much to see. Daily, for instance, I read certain quotes that surround me.
I am a lifelong lover of words. I write them, I read them, I play with them, and I stand in awe of them. As a result, other peoples’ words – quotes from speeches, books, plays, or general conversation that have been somehow recorded – have long stood as inspiration. On this sleepy September morning, the last one of 2015, I thought I’d share them with you.
There is Goethe, boldly protected from harm by this Venetian boat.
Buddha guards some work of Ralph Waldo Emerson, just as a fisherman patiently watches over Viktor Frankl.
My favorite, I’ll admit, is the last one: e.e. cummings, chosen for the place of honor next to my beloved mug.
A quiet morning on the last day of September, the air is chilled, and the sky is calm. After a walk with the puppies, I sit down for a moment, with tea. Surrounded by the words of others, I aim, this morning, to write some of my own.
The Wandering Introvert 