It is important, this deep and personal need to create simple, beautiful spaces. Whether it is, cuttings gathered from nature, vignettes, gathered bits and pieces, sparkle and shine, or a simple lit candle shining brightly in the dark. Our spaces comfort through their serenity, simplicity, and simple beauty. A book close at hand, a blanket to snug beneath, and a mug of hot tea or coffee to round off the bliss. Why do we choose to nest the way we do, our individual styles often different? Our homes tell our stories. Look and listen.
It works like this. The beauty and creativity that my mother possessed now passed along to me. “Always look at an item with fresh eyes, see the beauty in the broken, repurpose a piece,” are her wise words. Fill your spaces with only that which inspires you or tells a meaningful story. Sometimes, our stories are sad. For that reason, I choose to feather my nest with that which makes me smile, the pretty, the broken, the chipped, evidence of love and beauty. Imperfect is beautiful.
The hunt to discover an object of beauty is compelling and sourcing the area for an affordable price point is addicting, an alluring drug to the soul. No apologies, I seek beautiful store-bought and found items. Through writing, decorating, planting and doing, my heart heals. Comfort and joy await those who enter through the door. Spaces are pretty, soft, unusual, old, and consciously created, staged for effect, purposely creating a careful lived in shabbiness of chic.
A promise to myself, many years ago, that when I became a mother or grandmother, I would be the best that I could be. When they forgot, I remembered. My family would know love; there would never be a question or a doubt. No one left, forgotten, dismissed, omitted. Always, forgiven, always loved. I would have wished as much as a child and now as an adult, those wishing words sent forth on the chilly winter winds. Some can’t hear them, though. Perhaps, you will catch the whisperings in the silent spaces beneath the twinkling stars.
This holiday season I have left many of the Christmas decorations tucked away within the storage space. It will be a simple celebration. There will be fewer family gathered round the table. The children are grown and are beginning and continuing their own holiday traditions. In time they will appreciate that it isn’t about them, it is about others. Love is always about others.
On display, there is a wooden Santa, a symbol of love and generosity. A tinsel tree adorned with glass birds to sparkle in the winter’s light, a reminder that spring will surely come and there will be new beginnings. The light will shine a little brighter. Treats, decadent, rich and chocolate, sit in a glass bowl, delights for the soul. Offerings. Mini white lights fill the glass vases and miniature evergreen trees adorn a table. A glittery box houses a miniature nativity, the Christmas Story. There is a boxwood wreath to grace the front door. All is calm.
There is an undeniable presence of generosity, compassion, and kindness that gently fills the air. If only the generous Christmas spirit could stay throughout the year. Note the hope that tenderly rises after the storm has passed. If only these heart-felt beats would live on and on. It is possible. Love one another. We share this amazing world. Stand for peace and harmony. Forget self, reach out and offer a hand. Forgive. Celebrate family and remember, love is always about others.
I wish you love and happiness. Forgive another, start the journey to heal, reach out a hand in friendship, and surround your world with love and joy. Thank you for sharing your posts, stories, blogs, re blogs, tweets, “likes,” comments, and writing support. All is bright!
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
x ~ Grace