Beautiful

It is beautiful in here. So beautiful in my little room, orange lit and warm. Home, a precious space of safety.

It is this perfection that slows life down. A perfection that has my eyes slowly moving from cushions laid neatly, to leaves cascading from the roof. It will be another level joy remembering that I drilled my own hole in the roof and hung the plant myself. (Why do I marvel at DIY success as though I have defeated some sort of invisible nemesis?)

These small things of life are all I need.

I used to have dreams. But that was before I realised that this is the dream.

Every day creation.

Now, to sleep.

Good night sweet world.

Don’t forget to find your lovely things. xx