The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
The sun is trying to burn it’s way through the fog, but not very successfully. On days like these when the world seems as though it’s covered in a soft, grey blanket…that’s where I want to be too…and I am. This day may just progress onward from my bed.
Several years ago when I was in Vienna I toured through the summer palace of the Hapsburg’s…the very impressive Schoenbrunn, which was built to rival Versaille I was intrigued to learn that one particularly regal bedroom was where Maria Theresa ruled her country…from her bed…for many of her forty years as Empress. She apparently created a public education system as well as a thriving economy in Austria…not to mention giving birth to 16 children, and all of this from her bed (one of those children was Marie Antoinette)! Honestly, after all that, I’d be surprised if she ever got out of bed at all!
So here I sit, looking out the window at the fog…thinning to be sure, but still there…listening to the foghorns and lounging in bed with my computer on my lap. I don’t have an empire to rule, I don’t live in palace like Schoenbrunn and I don’t have servants to wait on me (although Mr. I might disagree) but at the moment it feels very right to be sitting here. So I brush away the fleeting thoughts that say I should get up and do laundry and let my mind drift in it’s own foggy way…swirling here and there and back again…and I wonder…
…what Empress Maria Theresa would have thought about ruling her empire from her bed with a lap top.
I think she would have liked it a lot.
Blessings dear friends and encourage one another today.
