Sketching a Space
So I’m here.
On the Gold Coast.
I was by myself for three hours in the car, and then again when I arrived here, and all of the long, ripe Gold Coast night, and now again this morning. And it is very interesting. So even though I will be amongst a massive gaggle of bloggers all weekend, and my beautiful mate from Melbourne, who I don’t see nearly enough, will be coming up to join me this afternoon, I’m still alone.
In that the things that will be required of me will be whatever I want.
I have a very easy life, and a family that indulge my desire to write these things here. I have a job that I love, and I get to live in a beautiful place of warm open skies. I have kids that are funny when they are awake and sleep like hibernation every night. I have a husband who is a champion among men who is by my side every step of the way. So you wouldn’t think that there would be anything missing from the landscape of my world.
So perhaps it isn’t something missing, instead, something to be added in. Perhaps I could sketch in a little area down around the bottom right corner of the landscape, a little area of space that could have just me in it. Nothing else. No bells or whistles or sparkly widgets and link-ups. Just a squiggle representing itself.
Last night I had a beer and ate some cashews and just sat in the thick silence. I looked at Twitter to see what the other conference attendees were up to, and a few friends messaged me to see what I was doing, so there were spurious connections with the outside world, but mostly I just opened up the balcony doors and listened to the tumble of the waves and the echo of the cars below.
There’s something wonderful about just sitting isn’t there?
My mind wandered around, looked for things to latch onto, and then let them recede. Just like the ebb of the waves. Still there, still relentlessly swirling, but not requiring any input from me to maintain their impetus. And there is something extremely comforting in that. The world will turn and turn and turn, regardless of whether I’m plugged in, or checked out.
Disclaimer: It might be easy to say all of this when this is the view from my bed:
How about you, do you love your time alone?
Tell me your number one way to sketch out a space for yourself.
…From The Ashers xx