I’m quite the pedant. I think in squares, matrices, and processes. It’s probably a reactionary response (a tautology perhaps) to my mum, who had a more bohemian approach to running the household. So whilst she would tolerate a tad of dust here and there I would keep my room impeccably clean. Don’t get me wrong, I love patina, scratched floors and sunk in arm chairs. Nevertheless I subscribe to the adage Cleanliness is next to Godliness.
For that reason, Fridays are ended with cleaning the apartment, Saturdays are there for running errands and Sundays…well I catch up on work.
There is a certain contentment that settles to the house when all is done. When the action list is no more and I can retire to bed with a good documentary, a chapter of Meditations or simply a Netflix series du jour.
Such is the feeling right now. Equilibrium, peace of environment, heart and soul…
Gazing over the worldly possessions I hold dearest…
photos of my family, my fathers chest of drawers and a treasured collection of perfumes
The Waldau family – My grandmother, mum and grandmother’s brother from left top to bottom