I want a room in my house like a Japanese washitsu. Warm wood. Asian simplicity. Straight lines. Natural light. Rice papered windows open to the trees, breezes and birdsongs. A bamboo plant or a vase with simple flowers. No phones. No computers or laptops. No iPods or radios. No television.That probably says more about the state of my soul than anything else. Too much clamor. Too many agendas.
I need less noise. Fewer agendas. I need more rest. In God. And more listening. To God.
(Image: leaves of a bamboo plant; mine)