I daresay it's a small step but an important one. I finally realized what the doctor ordered. I put up an Indian looking spread that instantaneously generated warmth to the drabby cream colored walls. It's amazing what an effect it had upon me. It reverberated the safety signals setting off an inner echoing: "Okay, you can write. It's safe now."
I'm a trooper but I'm tired of sticking it up. Plus, I guess I'm only human. Little Ivry wanted so badly to know what I was up to as I stuck the last of the cotton underneath the Styrofoam. (I don't want to mess around with the walls.) I wish I had the patience enough to tell why 'home' is so important - it's the little things that bring more order to the clutter around us. Plus a little lesson to the redhead wouldn't have hurt.
I wobbled back on my feet and told him to get to bed. He understood what that didn't mean to him at the given moment like all two year olds do!
I was hooked - from one spread to another another table, I felt mystified by this thing called 'home' - what else can I feel other than aiming to feel safe? Inside I'm still a panic bomb, but this spread really does it for me and now, I can perhaps find a friend around here - and then I won't feel so lonely.
Anybody else have experiences and/or advice on how they settled in and 'built' their home?
It's always fitting to hear such 'journey experiences.'
1 comment:
I'm a nester and I love spreads, throws, cushions, wall hangings....to me they make a home. Glad you're feeling a little brighter. And your foot?
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