Meditation Room

Marjorie gave me a tour of her upstairs after we sat in the dining room pointing to the ceiling to discuss just where each upstairs room was. Turns out it'd been many years since I was up there and had her bedroom and her meditation room switched. No biggy, but I know I'd have difficulty meditating in this lovely room without my eyes wandering over all the lines and angles.
At almost 86, Marjorie wants to give away her things before someone else does it for her, so you should be careful of your comments, or she'll put your name behind a painting or under a pitcher, if she doesn't actually press it into your hands. I came away with a lovely little vase.