Every day for thirty-one days I ‘ll share a slice and read others at Two Writing Writers
When I sit at my desk in my writing desk, this is my view. The items in that area have all special meaning. The bureau was made by my great-grandfather from scrap wood. He created a faux wood finish. It’s over a hundred years old.
I collect owls. A friend gave me the silver owl and the owl light that once belonged to her mom. She also made the stuffed owl which is sitting on a chair my great-grandfather made for my grandmother when she was a child.
The print of the girl reading under a tree is a Johanna Wright print. She created it after our friend Bridget Zinn died from colon cancer in her early thirties. The other two prints were again from my friend’s mom’s house. Tranquility is what I feel when I am in that room.
The other quote is from Buddha.
I love being in my writing room. There’s light and peace.