The interesting thing though, is that I've not been completely away from soul work. You see, I've been writing for an Interior Design blog. And although they're not paying me anyway close to what my writing is worth (never mind the research that's involved), I'm building a profile and, for the moment at least, I'm choosing to think of it as 'being paid to learn'.
(Those of you who read this blog and my other one that bears my name will know that I've opted to slave myself. At least until I become so well known and sought after that I'll be the one commanding my rates and I won't be shy about it either, I can tell you now).
Oh sure, I'm not making enough to buy myself a decent pizza marinara but hey, I'm getting my name out there. That's got to help. And, I get to write about something I love. Yeah!
Still, all this is not quite in the vein of this blog, So, if you'll excuse me just one moment while I make a slight adjustment to tone, voice, style and content.
Ah, that feels more like it.
So, I was wondering,which part of your dwelling place you go to when you're feeling sad. Is there a particular room that you find greatest comfort and consolation in? Or, if you happen to live in a no-room studio apartment, which corner or spot do you get drawn to? Or perhaps it's your garden that provides balm of healing for your soul?
And, what does your sad sanctuary look like? What have you got in it? Does it look anything like these?
"" the soul
vanishes
the soul. vanishes, into the
shape of things"
—ROBERT KELLY, “The Blue”.
Quoted in "In the Words of James Hillman"
"Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul." ~Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
