As the new year begins I look inside my head to find that room where inspiration might be hiding….
In the middle of the room there is space, empty of life or furniture. Walls, used to colour and pattern stand bereft, waiting for design - perhaps imprints of flowers, pattern or activity.
Underfoot boards made of wood and nails move to mark my passage and where the light floods though glass no curtains block its passage. But yet the room is full of hope and joy because the sun is shining, casting summer against the emptiness.
Sounds fill the space with anticipation - strains of mystery that fill my ears and delight my senses, holding me captive - wondering - what I will discover?
2 comments:
Beautiful, Linda. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one with a room in my head!
Super - damn you! Now my flippant post is going to look moronic ;-)
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