How often have you succumbed to that clinging feeling of defeat? To the heavy weight of hopelessness? Ideas unrealized, goals unmet, and shattered plans can be the shepherds that lead us into that field.
But there’s hope. I beat a dead horse with this topic, because it’s critical that we realize it within ourselves and grow it within others. The moment that you lose hope is the moment that you kill those dreams. Don’t lose hope, and don’t let others trample what you’ve created.
Something about this week’s space conjures warmth. Warm, calm feelings. Afternoon sunshine, coffee, tea, friends and family. It’s a simple space with small, thoughtful details, subtle accouterments, and large glass, allowing the nature to slip in seamlessly. There’s quiet here, and peace. And books. Let the daydreams commence.
I almost feel compelled to whisper when looking at this week’s space. Maybe it’s the internal simplicity, providing a subtle, quiet, meditative peace, or the warmth of the wood contrasting brilliantly with the outer cold, or maybe it’s just the expansive majesty of that view. Either way, I won’t babble on too much and spoil it. Let the daydreams commence.
Light your fire, grab your coffee (or wine), snag your book…and cozy up to the warmth of this week’s great wintry space.
Don’t be afraid to scribble your soul onto paper. Never fear what someone else may think. Do your thing…paint the world with your thoughts. This world could use more of that beauty. Be well, and thanks for reading.