I have so many places, both online and off, where I am always stockpiling images, ideas, words, and inspirations. These things seem to come to us on a neverending basis and moreso as time goes on. I've decided the Lumino site shall have its own journal, and it will be a place where visitors can come to see and read pretty things.
In my dream of dreams I own a space, a physical space, where people can come and be. I would have comfortable chairs (why have they all disappeared out of bookstores these days, how sad!) and serve tea. Piles of books, those with paper and fine covers, "analog" books as they're called now—how strange—sit neatly awaiting you. Of course there would be delicious treats fit for a hobbit, and a roaring fire for the winter and cold nights. The space converts, or has additional room, for dinner parties, ceremonies, yoga, those times when we like to come together to share joy or heal. Times when time itself stops and we notice only the moment before us.
Something like this:
This little notebook will have to do until then...