Musings, recipes, snarks, and counted blessings from a transplanted Arkansan in Seattle.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
My table has rooms.
In the background, away from the light: the mailroom and the packing/unpacking room.
In the middle: the vestibule (keys, purse) and the gift wrapping room.
In the foreground, in the light: the vanitas room (practical, ego, my self to the world) and the gravitas room (spiritual, intellectual, the world to my self and back again).