So I read the article and a few things come to mind.
1. I spent my formative years in Switzerland and remember distinctly that doors were always closed there. The article mentioned no blinds or curtains on windows, like an invitation to glimpse into a life... I found this intriguing. Did they perhaps like the limited daylight so much they never wanted to block it out? In Switzerland, doors and windows were constantly shut, implying a sense of "me here - you there". Odd
2. Doing nothing is quite hard. Trying to meditate, for instance, has resulted in frustration and confusion. How come I can't be still? What's wrong with me? As soon as I have a moment to relax, I want to read something or sip something or crochet something or scribble something. To just sit and do nothing? That's an art I'd like to master one day, but I have no idea how to begin.
So I read the article and a few things come to mind.
1. I spent my formative years in Switzerland and remember distinctly that doors were always closed there. The article mentioned no blinds or curtains on windows, like an invitation to glimpse into a life... I found this intriguing. Did they perhaps like the limited daylight so much they never wanted to block it out? In Switzerland, doors and windows were constantly shut, implying a sense of "me here - you there". Odd
2. Doing nothing is quite hard. Trying to meditate, for instance, has resulted in frustration and confusion. How come I can't be still? What's wrong with me? As soon as I have a moment to relax, I want to read something or sip something or crochet something or scribble something. To just sit and do nothing? That's an art I'd like to master one day, but I have no idea how to begin.