As promised, this is day one of my Wild Musings with Renee Magnusson. I wish for open windows with salt air breezes and thin cotton curtains wafting over flowering geraniums and African violets--the tall and the short and the joy of differences. I long for open log fireplaces and heavy wooden beams in winter and a deep mantel with a gleaming carriage clock with twirling parts and chimes every hour. I want wooden plank floors worn smooth by years of bare foot walking. I want to walk along winding paths through wild flowers and a wooden swing from the strongest branch of the tallest oak. I want a porch swing...hell, even the porch for it to sit on. I want kitchen cupboards that smell of tea or rosemary and windchimes and bells inside and out. (I actually already have the windchimes and bells inside and out and delight in accidentally brushing up against them and hearing Rob (my hubby) sometimes say, "Another angel has its wings." But I'll always take more!) I want (need!) an upstairs bathroom and a cleaned-out basement and after reading Renee's list I realise I desperately want useful upstairs closets so I can move the cumbersome clothes rack draped in memories of finding out the truth about my birth out of sight and into the closet! I wish for skylights, starry nights and hideaway lofts. I want to visit Dane and Jonathan (my son and his husband) in Tucson Arizona for the month of March without the threat of a pandemic cancelling or changing our plans. I want to get the pond liner out of my car trunk and clear the brush and revitalise the pond in my back yard. I want to not be overwhelmed by the amount of work I envision in doing this. I want to build a fence where the garage was. I want more of my writing published and to be a well-known and well-respected, even well-loved, author. (There I said it for all to read. Gulp.) And I also dream of this. I want more pairs of tai chi shoes as soft as the ones I already have. And YOU, my dear friend, what do YOU want?
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AuthorWelcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world. Categories |