a good life
You believe what makes for a good life (as distinct from one that is happier) comes to this:
- browsing bookstores with time to be here now, and read
- high new pillows on your bed
- daydreaming whatmightbe in your garden
- roasting winter vegetables
- tea with Wes in Hyde Park – admiring the arc of London plane trees, and cloudspotting
- viewing films from Planet with not-a-thought of teaching this text – just for pleasure…. until you realise that three of the batch are better than your first semester choices
- washing that linedries despite a forecast of rain
- looking to see and wonder over details
- afternoon indoor-conversations
- finishing Brooklyn and beginning Winter Journal as if one novel continued from the other; wondering as you made the transition “what if you made use of second person narrative in a blog post?”
- rambling through the bush
- watching as Ramsay, the brickie, effortlessly destroys, then re-fashions your front yard; formal beds promise grand planting schemes.
Knowledge of who you are, the wish to beNone other; freedom to forget the time (Weiner, 2006, p.21).