The Desk

A Desk can be a very personal thing. No two people will organize their desk space the same way. The X-brace Desk, below is beautiful in form and in function. The client who purchased this desk has it in a beautiful study as the central, focal point of the room. He has one stack of books on the desk, but otherwise the desktop space is clear to reveal the detailed in-lay and fine finish. Behind his chair is a wall of bookshelves upon which he keeps books, magazines, computer and other necessary items within easy reach. The Desk below is a "Warehouse" or "Stand-Up" Desk. No chair is needed, for this desk is designed to be used standing up. This style is particularly good for the person who does not desire a "desk job" - someone who is active and makes short stops at the desk to write a note, file something or sketch a quick drawing.

This Desk is called a "Ladies Writing Desk" and has simple, clean lines with leather inserts for a softer writing surface.

Most people buy a desk and figure out how to make it work for them. A custom-made desk can be created to your own specifications. The number of drawers, the type of surface, the size, the height can all be determined to meet the client's personal needs, desires and taste. Contact Rex to commission your personal space - your Desk.

Sitting on the Edge

We are in graduation season! This is a time of changes, transitions and new beginnings. Such times are filled with tears as we say good-bye to things past yet also with joy and anticipation as we look to the hope and possibilities before us. We all face transitions throughout our lives. They may initially fill us with fear and anxiety or caution and hesitation. But if we look beyond ourselves and take the risk, we may just find the peace and fulfillment we seek.

SITTING ON THE EDGE

Sitting on the edge of life
I peer in
It looks deep
In fact, so deep I cannot see the bottom
If I slip, I could fall endlessly
But if I stay here, will I miss something
In the illusion of safety?

Sitting on the edge of life
I wonder
Others have been here before me
I have seen their footprints
But here I am in my own shoes
I can learn from others
But I must create my own path.

Sitting on the edge of life
I dive in
Why not?
What do I have to lose
But the illusion of control and safety?
And I find the water warm and welcoming
Soft and silky against my skin
And the depths are stunning
In their beauty and mystery.

Come on in! The water’s fine!

The River

One of my favorite places to go in the summer is the Santa Cruz Mountains of California. My family has had a summer cabin there dating back to when my grandparents were young. The cabin sits along the San Lorenzo River that meanders through the mountains. The family cabin consists of mostly porches. It has a sleeping porch, a dining porch and a side porch. The most peaceful place in the world is the sleeping porch, listening to the babbling of the river below, looking up at the towering redwood trees, and feeling the coolness of the mountain air. Whenever I need a mental retreat, I can return there. I breathe in the freshness of the mountains and the clear water below. I can see the chipmunks and squirrels running along the tree branches. I am soothed by the ever-moving water flowing onward below me. Take a mental retreat now with this poem...my gift to you today...

THE RIVER

There are places in the river where the water pools and spins
Where the fish can cease their striving and rest their tired fins
A peaceful pool, attractive, it can pull and draw life in
To the stillness.

There are places in the river where it rushes over rocks
Where it gurgles and it babbles, flow is thwarted by roadblocks
But it is not complaining, these are joyful sounds, just talk
In the stillness.

There are places in the river where it is deep and wide
Where the current pulls and surges, strength and power in the ride
It pushes ever onward, urgency of moon and tide
Toward the stillness.

There are places in the river where sun’s halo is reflected
Where God mirrors nature’s splendor, His creation is perfected
Life that thrives below the surface, the calm exterior protected
Within the stillness.

The Chair

The Chair

I shift in my chair
The weight of my own thoughts
Press uncomfortably
If I had a pillow behind my back
If I had a footstool to prop up my feet
If…I shift again
Distraction, yes…don’t think
That’s better
But is it?
No, move to a more comfortable chair
And begin again.