Eleven days is a strange amount
You’re kind of in and kind of out
Living in limbo round people and stuff
Stuff is easy, people are tough.
boxes boxes everywhere and not a sheet to write
Nice discoveries, love renewed.
a reminder of calm
I love this little room with its sunny windows, blue walls, and cozy feel. Here is Gaston Bachelard on attics, from The Poetics of Space:
“Up near the roof all our thoughts are clear. In the attic it is a pleasure to see the bare rafters of the strong framework. Here we participate in the carpenter’s solid geometry. … The dreamer constructs and reconstructs the upper stories and the attic until they are well constructed. when we dream of the heights we are in the rational zone of intellectualized projects. But for the cellar…” – Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, p. 39.
Bachelard on the way space absorbs emotion, solitude, and creativity
“All the spaces of our past moments of solitude, the spaces in which we have suffered from solitude, enjoyed, desired, and compromised solitude, remain indelible within us, and precisely because the human being wants them to remain so. He knows instinctively that this space identified with his solitude is creative; that even when it is forever expunged from the present, when, henceforth, it is alien to all the promises of the future, even when we no longer have a garret, when the attic room is lost and gone, there remains the fact that we once loved a garret, once lived in an attic. We return to them in our night dreams. These retreats have the value of a shell.
In the past, the attic may have seemed too small, it may seemed cold in winter and hot in summer. Now, however, in memory recaptured through daydreams, it is hard to say through what syncretism the attic is at once small and large, warm and cool, always comforting.”
–The Poetics of Space, 32.
A pillow is born!
In this time of extreme agility and movement, of seeing people and dealing with stuff, quite a paradoxical effect has arisen. Instead of feeling overwhelmed or tired, I’ve had so much energy and creativity.
I’m happy to announce that a new Tranquility Pillow is born: “Night”
the Zen message: “Even when we enter disturbed waters, we can still align with the moon, until such time when we can see it directly.”
a pillow front of navy cotton in sky-with-gold-stars fabric
a Big poofy yellow or white satin Moon, a crescent moon
Waves in black, purple, navy and white or yellow satin, velours and flannel all rippling and converging on a distant horizon
detachable fabric “Stars” (instead of the original “Leaves”), but with a difference!
Instead of two leaves, this model has three. Three Stars to communicate your feelings. One in yellow satin (with “scary” back), one with pinkish satin (“soothing” back) and a third “Freak Out” Star with nightmare “scary” fabric on both sides. Perhaps this soft object might help teens and children express their feelings, is what I’m thinking… in this time of copycat suicides, it is crucial to act. When the nightmare’s on both sides of your imagination, you let it be known!
p.s. To the solitary reader: if you’re terribly sad or lonely, feeling hopeless, and you cannot afford one of my pillows, just let me know: email@example.com. I’ll send you one for the price of postage alone.
2 replies on “the strangeness of eleven: on Bachelard, attics, and a “Night” pillow”
soon you will be in retirement bliss only to welcome what the day will bring….
Thank you for reminding me of that, Riel!