Thursday, August 09, 2018
Less is more
This afternoon I am reading The New Yorker on my bed.
Reading and reclining! A luxury.
An article referred to Pierre Bourdieu, a name and work I know slightly. I reach for my Kindle and round out my knowledge.
It has been a quiet day, ironing, chatting with friends, lunch at a walkable local restaurant where we eat frequently. A happy surprise was mac and cheese as a side dish (yum) with the menu du jour.
Sherlock, our beloved dog, is beginning to act normal After a vaccination, he had just wanted to sleep and to be left alone.
The canicule (heatwave) that has gripped Europe for weeks has broken.
The thunder booms, rolls, repeats. Rain hammers the skylight. A symphony. A fantasy from the middle of the canicule when I thought of thunder and snowstorms, pops into my mind. The snowstorm will come later. The water smell seeps in through the open patio door.
Sherlock who quivers at fireworks, stands at the patio door staring at the sky. No sign of fear, just curiosity. I melt, not from heat, but my love for his six kilos of doggyness.
My husband is writing in the other room. Sooner or later I will write, too. I straighten a painting on the bedroom wall.
Nothing earth shaking has happened. Nothing has been added to our household. But I'm drowning in contentment at the slowness and richness of the nothingness. The less is more.
Posted by DL NELSON at 7:38 AM