Doctor Grandma

My office is my retreat. Maybe in the future it will again be inside a screened-in porch at our new house, overlooking our new pond! But as of now there is no screened-in porch.  🙂 

My office is my space. My room with a lock on it (Virginia Woolf)  — No one can come in or out unless I give permission. For a person like me, to have such a space is not a desire, it is a need. My husband is now home 24/7, or if he leaves, he will return shortly. I have no control over when he returns. It doesn’t help when he takes a nap. I also have no control over when he will awake. It is important to have time where you know you will not be interrupted. In the summer here, it is incredibly private. I occasionally hear other professors but hardly. If I am here at 4pm, such as now, everyone else is gone. The place is deserted.

All my books in one place. That is something I have dreamed of for years. There are many good things about having this job.

In “Memorials of the Faithful,” ‘Abdu’l-Baha describes one believer: 

Here too he was a friend to the prisoners and in the Fortress he continued to practice his skill. As usual he was inclined to solitude, apt to stay apart from friend and stranger alike, and much of the time lived by himself.

 (Abdu’l-Baha, Memorials of the Faithful, p. 143)

 HOWEVER, ‘Abdu’l-Baha says in “Tablets of ‘Abdu’l-Baha”, 

O maid-servant of God! This day is not a day of seclusion and solitude, but a day of proclaiming the manifestation of the light of the Beauty of thy Supreme Lord.

 (Abdu’l-Baha, Tablets of Abdu’l-Baha v3, p. 520)

 how can I reconcile this? 🙂

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