This is my little room Chez Parents. Not really a garret... more like a hotel room. Le Hotel Parentahj. These are pics from when I was here in March.
This is Gunny, whom my step-mother picked up in Scotland. (Gunn is the Scottish line of my dad's family.) She brought him out when I was feeling homesick. You can see he settled in with a good book.
Here's the 7 PM intense sun bath. The sun sets on this side of the house.
The other bed serves as my side table.
I don't have this little desk setup anymore, cause the house is now on the market for sale. Kind of a pain to bring the wheelie chair back downstairs if there's a visit. But I miss it. Very comfortable.
Bookshelf just waiting for me to fill it!
A stormy night.
View from my little desk.
The setting sun.
The misty outlines of the islands around here always make me think of the Bruce Cockburn song:
Rain forest. Mist and mystery. Teeming green.
Today when I took my walk I came across a teeny park, just a staircase down to the ocean. It was a windy day so the water looked like it was shimmering and hopping about; the waves were splashing loudly against the rocks and pushing around a few logs that must have escaped the loggers. I sat down on the grass and did my daily meditation.
If you've never heard Cockburn's "If a Tree Falls" do yourself a favor. He was one of the best political songwriters of the 70s - 90s. Really poetic writer, and fantastic guitarist.
This is something other
Busy monster eats dark holes in the spirit world
Where wild things have to go