"you must have a place to which you can go in your heart, your mind, or your house, almost everyday, where you do not owe anyone and where no one owes you--a place that simply allows for the blossoming of something new and promising."I'd say this space is that place for me. it is a forgiving place, a place where I can be patient with myself and my thoughts, sort them out by making them some sort of sensible.
it's amazing what a difference a cup of hot liquid in your hands can make on a walk through the cold dark. it makes the night so much friendlier if you are armed with a steaming weapon of warmth. I hold it abreast of me like a torch, like my staff that parts the cold air to let me pass.
the past few days have been beautiful. the bold colors and smells of winter are coming, and the warm, fuzzy feeling of christmas. honestly, winter sucks once christmas goes by, but until then, life has a cinnamon spice shine to it.
the heat in our house works, so I can attempt to actually appreciate this weather. the chill isn't going to bite my bones and make it a battle to get out of bed every morning. fall is never my season, but in spite of everything, I am remarkably at ease and content.
and somehow, the pieces fall into place.
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