My bedroom is my personal haven from the Universe. No matter how poor I have been, since I left home 16 years ago - I have always had an exquisite bedroom. I change things around in there frequently to fit my mood at the time.
Last night I moved things around. I put my reds, oranges, Juliet, Lady Godiva, and mandarin candles in the front room. I replaced them with my soft Asian girls, greens, golds and plums.
The morning sun came through the window, I was looking at the new arrangments discontentedly. My Mom was over, I told her of my restlessness, and wish to move things around again. Mom said "Sweetie, I love it. It's beautiful, serene, calm, a very 'Landscapes Painted With Tea' feel about it."
Aha! "Landscapes Painted With Tea".......... suddenly, I loved it. I expected a small Chinese girl in beautiful silk to emerge from my closet, I could taste the green jasmine tea, served in a dainty cup. I wanted to receive a letter on rice paper written in calligraphy, and listen to a soft mandolin.....
My epiphany in all of this was, sometimes, we just need a change of perception. If our perception changes, everything that seemed so ordinary before, can become extraordinary... if not extraordinary or exceptional..... at the least manageable.
I'm filled with anticipation at the thought of going home and basking in my Asian paradise.
