Our little town has been pouring rain these past few days and it reminds me how much I love living here. Stephen and I toured an old tobacco warehouse recently; it’s been converted into condos and a few of the owners lease the units. I could tell that the designers respected the building and it’s history; the hardwood floors were untouched leaving its character to tell stories. The walls were exposed brick and the sky lights were in its original 1940′s condition. It is a beautiful building, probably my favourite in the city. We walked there in the rain, which probably added to the reason why I fell in love. What I enjoyed most about this little building is how unaltered it is. I’ve never been a fan of busy, and in the mist of a busy world there’s this building that seems to be standing still in time. The world around it has changed, but it hasn’t.
The photo above is a snap shot of JOY, a little book I’m writing. I only have 3,117 words so far, and while that may sound like a lot, it’s far from it. I’ve turned down some inquires about the book, for the sake of not being rushed to write it in three months. However, lately I’ve felt rushed by time and a little overwhelmed. Do you ever feel rushed by life? It’s as though time is literally an hourglass and the sand is falling too fast. Touring this building reminded me of how it’s okay to slow down, to stand still and take a deep breath. Sometimes taking the slow route is better; it leaves room for reflection, better decision making, and a excellent cup of tea. I needed this little reminder and perhaps you do too.