Decorating Inner World

"I don't believe in aging.  I believe in forever

altering one's aspect to the sun."

Virginia Woolf

As a person ages, he or she releases things that no longer feel important....business suits, skate boards, and old manuals.  Interest may be lost in some things, but the mind may use  space and time to focus on one of life's many mysteries.

When we are no longer chained to routines of career or family, our mind broadens to entertain what was once unthinkable.  Our interests expand into wisps of thoughts once perceived in a day dream.  One begins to relearn the art of freedom by watching children or enhancing  the spirit through prayer, meditation or nature.

As I age, my mind has been eliminating Robert's Rules of Order and Society's Expectations of Etiquette.  Without the binds of routine, my time keeper is the sun. When it is hidden, I tend to stay indoors creating or reading or meditating.   When beams shine down upon me, I day dream and speculate outdoors with the wind, trees, and singing birds.  Either way, I am busy redecorating my inner world.

Decorating The Inner World

"I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world

of one's own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful."

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

The more I integrate into all parts of myself, the more connected I feel to the unseen.  Odd, to grow stronger only to withdraw more into my own little world.  What could be better than surrounding oneself with silence, nourishment, books, pen, and paper.  

In silence, I listen for the words not spoken and imagine how my life might be, if they were to escape to the surface.  If they were released, would they paint my world with happiness and illuminate my desires or would they be like small dead birds hitting an unseen wall.

My spirit is comforted by the words of ancient writers, as the wisdom is not bound by passing time nor daunting future.  If I wear the heavy shadow of my past, or a sketchy veil of my future, I remain who I am.   Just being me in the moment, they say it is enough; but, I wonder.  

So, I remain in my intricate world where things are ornately beautiful and silence is filled by the  sounds of nature.   Peace and calm surround me and compassion fills my heart.  My words drip from my fingertips filling empty pages, and at times a glimpse of wisdom hangs in the air eventually absorbed by the rays of the sun.