In a world that can feel like an assault with all the noise and (mostly self-imposed, to be honest) pressure to be and do more, I find sanctuary at home where quiet days hum along one after another.
As the season shifts, my attention turns ever more inward, offering room to grow paired with the very real risk of slipping into melancholy. Balance, always the goal.
I’ve had an opportunity for more solitary days at home lately, as Gerry has been busy volunteering at a pioneer museum/village not far from where we live. They’ve even good days. Quiet days. I’m leaning in to what lessons they offer me.
Come along with me on one quiet day spent at home.
Very calming!
Soooo relaxing! Loved the crunch of your feet in the gravel.