There’s a hallway downstairs leading to the spare bedroom. I don’t spend much time there … and I miss things.
Four years ago my friend Jane, who’s an interior designer, helped me “stage” my home in Union, Ontario for sale. Then she came up with cool ideas for my new home in Belmont. One day she walked in with the mounted poster you see here.
It’s time to pause and look, to really see the details of my life. If I don’t stop in the hall – usually a brisk walk between A and B – I lose. The “getting to” dwarfs the “being with”.
So lookie, lookie! What do we have here? I’ve always loved the power of a single word to inspire. How about nouns, for instance?
Nouns are certainly cool, if a mite static. We need to colour our nouny friends with broad brushstrokes to bring them alive. Consider the adjective:
Don’t they just make you want to sing? But life doesn’t stop there. Actually life is a continual going … a flow:
Make It Happen
And the next time I’m flowing down the hall, I’ll linger to drink in the words of another … which, if I’m patient, can become my own.