This is just a little post. Its not funny or sad or happy or anything. Its just a little post about something that is so so important to me. Not as important as my children or husband or life goals or health or maybe it is to do with all of that in some way.
And that important thing is......Purple Room. I LOVE Purple Room. I am safe in here. I am myself. I am relaxed. I can think or cry or listen to music or write or pick my nose or eat something illegal. I have a huge huge oversized garbage can and I fill it with random crap. (a particular fetish of mine...throwing crap out) My chair has my ass grooves. When I need to lecture and regulate Monte we can do it with purple love and purple warmth and purple privacy.
I feel Aryn's spirit in here. She has talked about Purple Room with equal love and attachment. I didn't really understand, until it was my turn. She is the one that named it and I carry on the practise, with honour.
Sometimes I move my lappy out to the living room. But very soon my back is hurting (my chair out there now has Parker ass grooves), Bill is annoying me, I am not able to concentrate while I write, I can no longer mentally multi task and I feel the purple pull. Then Bill will say one thing wrong or start clipping his toe nails, or chew and slurp loudly and I pull up stakes and head back down the hall.
Purple comfort zone....and probably only Aryn will understand this.
Oh mom, I'm so thrilled that Purple Room is being just as loved if not more by you! I love "purple pull". I couldn't describe it any better myself. That's exactly what it is, a pull. I spent a lot of time in that room and no one was allowed to say in there with me. Except Fred or Freckles. The room would actually give/feel like a hug. Yay!
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