The Sunroom

We’ve laid some skeletons to rest, and Halloween is officially packed away.

With the time change this past weekend it is now time to unpack things to bring warmth to our home. Tomorrow I’m going to setup our Christmas tree – it makes our reading room extra magical as the light wanes at 5:30 pm. The twinkling warm glow of our tree brings the promise of more magic and plenty of time for reading beside the fire. I’m hoping it will also bring some warmth to my bones.

I’ve been on an absolute book thrift kick and although our wall to wall bookshelves downstairs are filled with books, I keep finding more. I imagine the stacks of books to be my fortress, but of the cozy kind – because blankets and tea are also always at hand. I hope their pages will help cushion me from all of this pent up trauma and continued anger and fear over so many things in the world.

Currently, I ache. I’ll be damned, though, if I’m going to let my life be anything other than a story I want to tell, so I’ll acknowledge the hurt and let it sit beside me and whisper all of the things I never wanted to hear or remember, while I fill pages and pages and pages with love and magic. And eventually even my bones will heal.