The smaller of the two bedrooms in my apartment became my writing room when I moved here eight years ago. This is where my blog began with the help of a willing grandson. The large window is a portal to my imagination. I love the tall oak tree among whose spreading branches I watch squirrels and birds build nests and care for their young. The moon and changing colors of the sky shape the budding poet inside me. Within my room are things that remind me of my journey.
Green plants live near my window to catch the light. All are off-spring shoots from friends and family. Tending them nourishes the outdoor gardener in me. On the window ledge are things that shine on sunny days – a royal blue glass coffee mug, souvenir from a Colorado trip; a bluish purple paperweight that was my son’s; an old brass cowbell with lots of family history.
The walls have a geographical bent – picture of a Texas cowboy riding on a lonesome road, wedding present to my Dad a Texan, too. A wooden wall clock in the shape of Ohio, gift to me from my congregation in a small Ohio town. Three framed certificates mark my progress to become their minister.
Everything else is furniture that has traveled with me for a while. The student desk and chair were used by my three sons. The much-scarred cherry end table, a gift from my mother in the 60’s, has been in every home I’ve known. The futon came with me from Chicago when I moved back to Cleveland to be with my family here. My glass computer table and new laptop are beside a table where my printer sits. They are the newest things except for what I write, which await my muse.
With many thanks to Pleasant Street who gave me the idea to write this piece.
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Life’s treasures, nicely put.
Thanks, Bill.
You’re welcome.
It sounds like a space full of inspiration, both old and new, natural and human-made 🙂
Thanks, Andrea, for your lovely summation. ❤
This is lovely! So many lovely treasures
Thanks, Lynn. I love the stories the treasures tell.
Ah, I can really picture this. You know I never did much with knickknacks, but I also have a few well-loved objects on my desk that catch the light. I don’t know about you, but my room where I write would not be very inspiring if it weren’t for the window
Exactly. My window makes the room my special place.
What a great room to have.
Thanks, Alison. It is my favorite room in my small apartment.
Sounds like a fabulous room!
Thanks, Resa.