inside outside

you can see the floor!

Inside there’s a new feeling–no more books on the floor, no more clutter, lots of space. And there’s movement.

my new treaddesk

Things are changing. Now I stand to write and walk when I feel like it. I can also sit, which I find I sometimes need to do if I’m having to work really hard to turn an inside thought out.

The desk is wide enough so that I have space for a chair and a treadmill underneath. And the desk moves up and down to accommodate either sitting or standing.

Inside I’ve cleaned out drawers, moved things that haven’t been moved in years, given away books. Created white space.

Outside the red leaves are popping faster than I can count. My windows are open and the breeze is rustling the papers on my desk.

Poems and novels, histories and memories, dictionaries and blue-books; books written in all languages by men and women of all tempers, races, and ages jostle each other on the shelf.  And outside the donkey brays, the women gossip at the pump, the colts gallop across the fields. Where are we to begin?

~Virginia Woolf, The Second Common Reader

10 thoughts on “inside outside

  1. “And outside the donkey brays, the women gossip at the pump, the colts gallop across the fields. Where are we to begin?” I always turn to the nearest pile, the most appealing cover.

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    • I’m so glad, Debra! Great to hear from you. Sorry to be so long in replying, but I’ve been on the road. (And missing my new desk.) If you have any questions, just let me know. I love the new setup.

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