Poems – What You Have.
Sure, we’ve all heard this a million times, but there’s nothing wrong with a little reminder. Live life for you and those around you…not for the things that surround you.
Poems – Find Your Fit.
Find your own road. Do your own thing. If it doesn’t fit, don’t force it. Be who YOU want to be.
Poems – The Silence.
Silence has a voice too, if you’re tuned in to hear it.
Poems – Being Alive.
Being alive is a beautiful thing – that alone is a massive gift. If you’re wondering where your place is in this world, start the journey with gratitude and the rest will fall into place.
I’ll admit it; many of the spaces featured here each week are not quite (ok, not at all) immediately attainable for the normal folks like myself. But…that’s where the daydream aspect comes into play. However, it’s fun to feature more true to life spaces when I come across them. This week’s space is just that. Attainable, asthetic, fun, colorful, unique, creative, bold, and bright. I threw all of those words at it because it is a great example of how a love of books can visually transform a room and provide deep character. This is definitely a book lover’s room. Let the daydreams commence.
If you’ve read a Library Lusting post before, and also lust after the quiet solace and beauty that book filled spaces provide, then you’ll know that I am an appreciator of A., books, and B., sunshine. They just work. This week’s space provides ample amounts of both, and throws in a sizable work space to boot. One could not only get their read on, but also their write. This, friends, is a book lover’s room. Enjoy!
I almost feel compelled to whisper when looking at this week’s space. Maybe it’s the internal simplicity, providing a subtle, quiet, meditative peace, or the warmth of the wood contrasting brilliantly with the outer cold, or maybe it’s just the expansive majesty of that view. Either way, I won’t babble on too much and spoil it. Let the daydreams commence.Light your fire, grab your coffee (or wine), snag your book…and cozy up to the warmth of this week’s great wintry space.
Something about this week’s space conjures warmth. Warm, calm feelings. Afternoon sunshine, coffee, tea, friends and family. It’s a simple space with small, thoughtful details, subtle accouterments, and large glass, allowing the nature to slip in seamlessly. There’s quiet here, and peace. And books. Let the daydreams commence.
Classic Poetry, featuring Henry Howard.
It’s interesting how, despite the passage of centuries, certain sentiments don’t change. Here’s a classic from Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517-1547).
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain,
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule nor governance;
Without disease the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare;
True wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress;
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night:
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.