In the winter, a warm glowing fire. The soft teal blankie on my lap and over my toes feels just like rabbit fur. A hot mug of cocoa, coffee, or mulled wine. Celtic instrumentals or classical music surrounds me.
In the summer, I open the window behind me, the breezes caress the back of my neck and shoulders...the soft movement of my tendrils so soothing. A glass of red wine, the robins' evening song or perhaps ambient music....
...and the sounds of my family.... completes.
I feel little vulnerability here, surrounded by my paintings, plants, our family's treasures. I can settle myself, calm and open my mind....and let words flow.
The warmth emanating from the wood floors bathes the room. The ever-changing view out these windows nourishes my soul. Always. Even on the gloomiest days there is so much beauty here.
