November arrived & with it, some slower days. I've been breathing, quietly organising this or that corner of the home, thinking about exhibitions to see, movies to watch, books to read. Landing in rest after months of so much going on.
A few glimmers of the season just around the corner. The first decoration arrived home with me from the department store, and it's only afterwards that I realised I'd pinned a similar one by Elsa Billgren – I really love her gentle and relaxed approach to decorating and all things aesthetically pleasing.
E.E. Cummings has the most beautiful words for this month that despite the dusk, shimmers:
"Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset
(and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)."
And I say that I've been missing something of the old "blogging days". Things are of course quiet here these days, but a morning pointing the lens at small things that lift the heart is still a form of mediation for me I see. So I would like to continue. And if you happen to be meeting me here, I wish you a beautiful season ahead, with treasures in the dark.
x
I wish you the same :)
Thanks dear you <3
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