This conclusion was reached after musing quite a bit over quality verses quantity. I’ve been living like a monk, graciously I might add actually liking its rhythms. The simplicity of spare living, only reaching for what you truly need, is the best mental cleanser I can recommend.
I’ve been surveying my borders ridding myself of the obsolete, like my flat screen TV for instance I hadn’t watched in three years. It sat in a corner like sculpture wrapped in its cord I decided, begging to be freed. So I gave it to the super around the corner who always helps me watching the corners of his mouth lift as he gladly accepted it.
The spot in my room is now clear and clean as if a breeze had swept in while I was gone. Then came my bookcase and coat closet, scarf drawer and sweater chest all pared down for the better.
All this circled my mind as I sat at Bemelmans remembering how much I love it here. Its history displaying a timeless feeling letting you creep back to an easier time when your life had more promise and fewer fears.
How many afternoons did I sit with my friends laughing and flirting health intact? Three of those girls are no longer, as I steep in reverie, while my ears try recalling their sounds.
A woman sat near me in a lovely navy blue suit, the kind a banker or high end lawyer might wear. She wore black patent leather pumps glimmering across her ankles while making copious notes on a yellow legal pad.
A man in gray flannels and a blazer languished a few booths away sipping a martini slowly deep in thought, while another tweedy guy cruised him from across the room.
The barmaid, usually so effervescent now far removed, pensively dried glasses behind the bar.
An old woman who lives at the hotel huddled chicly on a stool. When I got up for a refill I noticed the stains on her vintage Chanel. Oh God, I thought, always let me know my dress needs cleaning. I never want to be so unaware my mental scars giving me away.
I sat for another hour inhaling all I saw.
I watched the navy suit close out her briefcase, the two men leave together and the old woman sway to her room.
Waving to the barmaid leaving money on the table, I walked up Madison wrapped in a profound, perfect peace.