I haven't been home much at all.
I've been having loads of fun of course but I haven't seemed to connect my head with my heart.
I'm not quite sure where I'm at, not that i'm feeling i'm in a bad way.
But i feel a bit absent. Like a person not being home all week, i feel like i've not been home to myself for a few weeks.

So i've decided to connect with thanksgiving first. Basic but true. Kind of all i feel i can connect with today. So here goes. Love the above magazine - 'Dorothy got it right, home is where the heart is'.

I am in love with my bed dressing. The quilt has white stitching, ah bliss.
Solo by Eugene Peterson, is a daily Bible reading tool i use, sometimes not on a daily basis if truth be confessed. It's creative and different every day. It's based on Lecto Devino, an old-time practice of monks. It's another thing i love and am thankful for.
I'm so thankful for these spontaneous love letters.
I adore this wee pile of things. It's a mixture of sweet lovelies.
I am devouring these brazil nuts and almonds.


Some of these things seem trivial. But in realising i need some time at home in my own space and with my own head, I feel comfort from these material things. They remind me about the place i love and how i can slip off my shoes and relax but also how i need, need, need to slip off my shoes, put my ugg boots on, grab a nice drink (and prob some nuts and chocolate) and take time to connect with what's going on. Also it's probably good to be home to vac the place!
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