Order

One thing I am passionate about is order. Each thing to have its place. It sounds like the title of an interior decoration book I browsed through one time and enjoyed, but now I can no longer find. Order... from my mom, no doubt. But not quite like her. She would irritate me with her exaggerated standards when I was growing up. Like... a certain object on a table, why is there...? Just got home, relax... 

A space needs to be in order, yet to feel lived in. A scarf or a robe thrown on a chair does not bother me-- they are poetic reminders that life is there. The same with a cup, a book, on a table, or a couple of dishes still unwashed in the sink. In other words, a thing needs to have its own proper place, but it's ok for it to be somewhere else on occasion because... hey, I am using it, I live. And not in a show room. It's peaceful to know that the thing has its place and I will take it there when I find the energy. 

I extrapolate: feelings, actions, in their place; food, tasks, in their due time. Peace, health, come from here...