The Sunroom

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  • Sacred Objects

    Sometimes I pretend I am a wise woman of the world. I suppose I am nearing cronedom. Cronehood? I am crone-ish? And, also, I still sleep with my teddy bear. Today I heard a podcast describe objects (when we are adults) that offer special meaning as “sacred objects”, whereas when we are children they are called “transitional objects”. Either way, they are things we attach special meaning to and they help us cope and regulate ourselves.

    I find this almost a revelation. Not that a teddy bear I’ve had for over four decades is a sacred object (I already knew that), but that although I have gained other sacred objects in my life, I have not let go of one that was important to me as a child. Pair this with trauma work around my childhood and a desire to work through generational trauma, and I have to sigh heavily, scrunch my face up, and set my shoulders, because I think the universe might be telling me it is actually time to get to bloody work.

    Of course, I’d rather sink back into the sofa with a cozy blanket and put on another episode of “Buffy”. The prodding at the back of my mind, however, won’t let me un-connect all of the recent signposts and synchroncities around this lingering work. Cue Pee-Wee singing, “Connect the Dots! La la la la!”

    So, I am going to go have a brief eye-to-eye with my Teddy Bear before bed and decide how we’re moving forward.

    You may want to have a listen to the “sacred object” podcast episode yourself (The Tarot Diagnosis, Shannon Knight).

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  • The Hermit

    Today was a bit flipped on it’s head, so my tarot pull came at the end of the day rather than my preferred morning contemplation with a hot beverage in hand. The Hermit. Today, and so many days, and the Whole Year. Literally.

    Being of a certain age I hit my formative teen years with dial up and spent many an hour in chat rooms and IMing (Instant Messaging), as well as blogging. And then Facebook, and more blogs, and Instagram. I’ve spent a lifetime on the internet and have acquaintances all over the world, some of whom I’ve been friends with for 30 years.

    And then January 2025 happened. It became clear that living a life on social media, even if I had been doing it for 30 years, no longer aligned with my values, so on January 19th, 2025 I deleted my social media accounts.

    As you may imagine, things went fairly dark fairly quickly. I still touch base with people now and again, but the year did not lie. It is truly a Hermit year. My life is mostly quiet. I’ve been working on getting my needs figured out (that encompasses medication for ADHD, which I began a couple of short months ago, and a new SSRI). I’ve been reflecting and wanting to be creative.

    Thus, this space. My latest blog; although, it still seems odd to not share it out and have an immediate audience. I tend to be extrinsically motivated by the dopamine given by “followers”. But in order to have different results you need to do things differently.

    It seems the perfect time to forge a slightly new path in my creativity and desire to write, reflect, and grow. I’m looking forward to the journey – even if it is quiet.

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  • Golden Afternoon

    Today was made for reveling in the minute. There is something entirely magical about a day at home with ADHD medication. I find myself lightly skipping from one completed task to the next, as though picking my way across stones in a sunny garden. Did I mention the tasks were completed? And the picking of the tasks are even mostly purposeful rather than the typical sequence of events that lead off trail for hours with not a singular thing entirely finished. And, although not every day on the medication turns out so gloriously, there are more of them than not.

    One big step taken today was tidying my office, especially all of the lovely crafty and upcycling materials strewn about and tucked away in a multitude of drawers. I’ve been collecting (which is nicer to say than “hoarding”) for far longer than I want to admit for an updated Etsy shop of goodies. There will be items for paper planners (and by that I mean not only planners made of paper, but also those who plan using a paper format), reflection kits (vision boarding and DIY oracle card making), a few vintage items I love, and hopefully more crafted items for making spaces joyful.

    I am noticing that I am more comfortable with the steps I’m taking to move my creativity and growth along, rather than shaming myself for not already having done the thing I know I want to be doing. It’s a wonderful shift.

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  • Morning Tea

    I woke this morning, delighted by a crisp breeze that only Autumn can bring, and flung the windows open. The rustling of tree leaves in the golden light and the cool air creeping into The Sunroom beg for soft, billowly blankets and a hot cup of… well, whatever it is that brings you peace, or a moment of comfort.

    The Sunroom has been crafted to be something of an anchor – although, words like sanctuary and escape are floating at the edges as I seek to describe. I promise you it is a real space. It has been curated out of a love of of cozy things that fill my senses with solace and joy, like reading nooks, writing spaces, a warm hearth, plants, family heirlooms, and walls of books. There have been many iterations of The Sunroom throughout every era of my life. Although it will never be finished because there are always more books seeking a loving home and people to welcome, it is practically perfect in this moment.

    I had envisioned opening our door to you with a sightly more complete digital home, and, as usual, found myself caught up in the most minute details that, once I stepped back, did not actually speak to the intention of The Sunroom in the slightest. So, much like our real home and lives, you are invited to stop by as it is, and the space will continue to be curated around us as needed.

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