My daydreams are nearly all of country cottages, of little gardens, of ‘settling down’ with flowers in vases and coloured curtains. I don’t think of backaches, dish washing.
I want to live amongst things that grow, not amongst machines. To live in a regular rhythm with sun and rain and wind and fresh air and the coming and going of the seasons. I want a few friends that I may learn to know and understand and talk to without embarrassment or doubt.
I want to write books, to see them printed and bound.
And to get clearer ideas on this great tangle of human behaviour.
To simplify my environment so that a vacillating will is kept in the ways that I love. Instead of pulled this way and that in response to the suggestion of the crowd and the line of least resistance.
‘A Life of One’s Own’, Marion Milner, 1987 Virago (first published, 1934) p51
Nice work Terri, had no idea you were still writing so much, very moving too and I want to read all the books you mentioned – have read some though. Still think about ‘By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept’.
Rob
Hi Rob, yes still writing here more than anywhere and it keeps me focused on my creative side and connections between all the other busyness of my life. Still think about Grand Central also and will think also about how to include here as well!