My Thoughtful Spot
I know I spend a lot of time on my computer, but every now and then I force myself to just stop and look around.
I have a spot, too.
It’s in the corner of our bedroom.
And there I am surrounded by things I love.
The coverlet was crocheted by my great aunt in the 1920′s.
The brown wooden box on the high shelf was my Cuban grandmother’s sewing box.
The books are whatever I’m reading at the moment and my Bible, of course.
The picture is of those beautiful cherubs by the artist, Raphael, because I hope to return to Italy one day.
I sit and think.
I write out lists.
And talk to God.
I remember my past.
I make plans for my future.
And write in my journal.
I stare out the window and listen to the birds.
Because I run a business.
Because I homeschool my kids and am with them 24/7.
Because I care for my aging mom.
Because I have so much I want to read and learn about.
Because I have so much I have to talk to God about.
Because I spend way too much time on my computer.
Because I need a place to just sit and think and just be.
In the sage words of Ferris Bueller: “Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Do you have a special spot? Tell me about it. Where is it? How often do you go there? Where do you go to recharge?