"...the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace." Gaston Bachelard
Each Fall I dream up ways to get away from the dreary melancholy winter weather in my hometown. I've just returned from one of those dreams, and while away, I found myself dreaming about being home, being in my familiar world, eating plain food, spending the morning in my bathrobe, being unaccountable to time. I can only be overstimulated for so long before I need to tuck my head under my wing and be alone. For next weekend, I'll pack a book to disappear into, a journal, a few art materials to take me into myself. And I need to write a morning prayer. I don't need to be in my home away from home for long, but I do need to remember to honor that part of myself.
Baruch ata adonai...I am grateful to the part of me that knows what I need to do to keep myself happy, and I'm grateful to the part of me that knows I need to protect myself from what I think I need. Amen