Noise – clutter – stuff – ah....

As a popular 90’s book said, “You are never too old to”.... in that case it was ..”have a happy childhood”. In taking time out to see what condition my condition is in, I have already grasped some important hints. One is something that has said to me often, slow down. One of the traits of a dyslectic person is that you head is miles away from your get out the word machine... fingers. My head and thoughts are not only in the next sentence but often paragraph and chapter while my fingers are trying to sap enough grey matter to see how to spell a word. The more I take time to feel/sense/know/experience, the more I am aware of when I am in sync or real.
I have been struggling with the house. Picking things up and putting them down. Stacking things here and there and then moving them from there to here. The more I am experiencing the quiet in the mind, the more I yearn for a quiet in my spirit, home, space. The group I have joined to examine my essence meets in a condo in a former insane asylum. The structure is in a housing unit on the edge of Canandaigua, my favorite town for the rolling through a stop sign offense. I wrestled about joining the group. It will be about $40 a month, it is a 40+ mile drive, and it has been a long time since I looked at the material.
I missed the first session so I came to week two having been reconnected to the old friend and author and was open and ready to be calm and get in touch with my inner self. I was ready to be involved in this process but sometime, the last thing you expect to find is almost as important as the material you are studying.
The house was not easy to find and I had to go exactly the speed limit to find the street and the apt. Another member opened the door, I took off my shoes and entered – calm. There was something remarkable about the place. The furniture was nice, the walls plane, lots of open space yet not stark. It was like Goldilocks's had found her porridge bowl and seat. The room, the quiet, the calms told you that each place had meaning and was selected and placed with care. There was nothing tossed, nothing without meaning or purpose – clean lines but not stark. There did not feel like there were any corners and nothing jagged. I was safe, I was “home” where I could think and feel nurtured but without distractions of a “noisy room”... and it is never too late to have the home of your dreams.