Another season has almost begun. Have you ever ventured out on a day right before spring, its when the winter has almost passed but spring still hasn't fully come. I stepped outside the other morning and I could smell spring in the air. It smelled new, fresh, clean, and of sunshine. The time between the seasons is symbolic of the season that I am in. Its this few days of just waiting, settling in, and letting all the preperation work its way out.
My heart beats in anticipation of what is to come. I look forward to the weekend spent with friends and family, the time celebrating this beautiful friendship that has turned into a lasting love, and the beauty of begining a marriage. Our home is in the midst of being settled. I have left the waiting boxes and the muddy floors beaconing to be cleaned to settle my soul.
The soft yellow walls invite the feelings of comfort and peace, the windows let in the sunshine and the spirit of cheerfulness; creating this place that we begin to call home. Sitting at a desk, surrounded by the books that have been my friends for years, having the pictures of my smiling friends and majestic horses, create in me the settledness that I have missed these last few months. The candles await their lighting and the mugs in the cuboard are asking to be filled with coffee and tea. This is our home. Our sanctuary. Our place of rest. Slowness in a chaotic world. Community in a world bent of being individual.
And I just can't wait to begin in the wonder of this ordinary life.
