retiring to the attic
by Elouise
Heaviness of
Disciplined living
Wears me down
An ounce of this
Two drops of that
And maybe –
If you’re a good girl –
A slice of life
Need a break?
There isn’t one
Except this –
To retire to the attic
Sit in peace and quiet
And sleep your life
Away
I have to laugh when I read these words. I scribbled them down in desperation earlier this week. I was in the kitchen, exhausted, slicing and cutting up various veggies for yet another notoriously cruciferous Vitamix smoothie.
Our renovated attic has become my favorite place to go when I’m feeling down, or need a bit of peace and quiet. It’s uncluttered, undemanding, serene and accessible. My reading/sleeping chair and rigged-up leg and foot cushion stand ever-ready. Along with a compelling book and a radio for music, not for talk.
When I read the first two parts of the poem, I was horrified. These are my childhood feelings! Yet by the time I got to the end of the third part, I had retired to the attic. At least in mind and heart!
I’ve always dreamed of having a room of my own, not just an office where I do my ‘homework.’ I never dreamed it would be so large, inviting and quiet, with multiple views front, back and to the sky above. Yes, Smudge likes to share it with me. Probably for similar reasons, plus going to sleep on my lap.
Isaiah’s passage about crooked places becoming straight comes to mind. For decades our attic has been like those crooked wilderness places where you have to watch where you step. Over time it became a repository of junk and not-quite-junk, along with paper files, family treasures and row upon row of books. Small and large disasters waiting to happen.
The same Isaiah passage talks about streams flowing in the desert, and the wilderness blossoming like a rose. Somehow, the attic feels like a rose beginning to open. With more than enough room to multiply and fill space with good things, not bad.
Happy Friday!
Elouise♥
©Elouise Renich Fraser, 22 June 2018
Photo of desert flowers found at Pinterest.com
YAY! I’m so pleased you have a place to go, Elouise. 🙂 It sounds delicious.
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Thanks, Fran! If I could travel more, I would love to do that….but this is even better for me. ‘Delicious’ is exactly the right word. I almost laugh when I go up there because it’s like finding a gem in the middle of nowhere. 🙂
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I could use a place like your attic, though in a condo that’s not at all practical!
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Oh, Candice….I hope you can create a little space of your own. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a spot always ready and waiting just for me! Now I know. 🙂
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You need a sign on the door that reads “My Happy Place” 🙂 so glad you have a space that soothes and calms and invites you to “just be” ❤
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What a great idea! Today I went up there after breakfast, laid down on the lovely new queen bed, and slept for most of the morning. Not my normal style, but my body seemed to need it. This high humidity heat really sucks the energy out fast. Today I’m not going out at all….Also, I had more blood sucked out of me for my integrative doctor. Yuck. 17 vials. The most ever, though the wonderful woman who did this said that if I gave blood, that would be 100 vials. Yikes! No wonder I send D to give all the blood! 🙂
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